Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd Am better than thy dear self's better part. As take from me thyself, and not me too. [bed; In Ephesus I am but two hours old, Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus ? That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows, What is the course and drift of your compact? Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Ant. S. How can she thus, then, call us by Unless it be by inspiration? [our names, Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Abetting him to thwart me in my mood! Be it my wrong you are from me exempt, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Thou art an elm, my husband,-I a vine, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Dro. S. Iam transformed, master, am not I? Ant. S. I think thou art, in mind, and so am I. [my shape. Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind and in Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. Dro. S. No, I am an ape. Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an [for grass. Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, But I should know her, as well as she knows [fool, Adr. Come, come; no longer will I be a To put the finger in the eye and weep, Whilst man and master laugh my woes to ass. me. scorn. Come, sir, to dinner.-Dromio, keep the gate. Ant. S. [Aside.] Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advis'd? [late. Luc. Come, come, Antipholus; we dine too [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-The Same. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours; And that I did deny my wife and house.- May answer my good-will, and your good welcome here. [your welcome dear. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, [dainty dish. A table full of welcome makes scarce one Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; and every churl affords. Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast. Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest. But though my cates be mean, take them in [better heart. good part; Better cheer may you have, but not with But soft! my door is lock'd.-Go bid them let us in. [lian, Ginn! Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, GilDro. S. [Within.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch! Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch. Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store, [the door. When one is one too many? Go, get thee from Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street. Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on's feet. [the door. Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho! op'n Dro. S. Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an' you'll tell me wherefore. Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to-day. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not, come again when you may. Ant. What art thou that keep'st me out from the house I owe? Dro. S. [Within.] The porter for this time, sir; and my name is Dromio. Dro. E. O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name; [blame. The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass. Luce. [Within.] What a coil is there! Faith, no; he comes too late ; Luce. [Within.] I thought to have ask'd you. Dro. S. [Within.] And you said no. well struck! Dro. E. So, come, help! there was blow for blow. Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in. Luce. Can you tell for whose sake. Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard. Luce. Let him knock till it ache. Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down. Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town? Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door that keeps all this noise? Dro. S. [Within.] By my troth your town is troubled with unruly boys. Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have come before. [from the door. Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with neither. Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments were thin. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold: [bought and sold. It would make a man mad as a buck to be so Ant. E. Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate. [break your knave's pate. Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir; and words are but wind: Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. [out upon thee, hind! Dro. S. It seems thou want'st breaking: Dro. E. Here's too much "out upon thee!" Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, [you. Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry. Ant. E. Do so. This jest shall cost me some SCENE 11.-The Same. A husband's office? Shall, Antipholus, Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; And let her read it in thy looks at board: Being compact of credit, that you love us; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve ; [us. We in your motion turn, and you may move Then, gentle brother, get you in again; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain, [strife. When the sweet breath of flattery conquers Ant. S. Sweet mistress,-what your name is else, I know not, Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,-Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not [divine. Than our earth's wonder; more than earth Teach me, dear creature, how to think and To drown me in thy sister flood of tears: Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink! eye. Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight. Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night. It is thyself, mine own self's better part, Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life : O, soft, sir! hold you still I'll fetch my sister, to get her good-will. [Exit. Enter Dromio of Syracuse, hastily. Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio! where run'st thou so fast? Dro. S. Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself? Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself. [and besides myself. Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, Ant. S. What woman's man? and how besides thyself? Dro. S. Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that hunts me, one that will have me. Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee? Dro. S. Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me. Ant. S. What is she? Dro. S. A very reverent body: ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say, "sir-reverence." I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. [riage? Ant. S. How dost thou mean,-a fat marDro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter; if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Ant. S. What complexion is she of? Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it. Ant. S. What's her name? Dro. S. Nell, sir; but her name and threequarters, that is, an ell and three quarters,will not measure her from hip to hip. Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth? Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her. Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland? [it out by the bogs. Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks: I found Ant. S. Where Scotland? Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand. Ant. S. Where France? Dro. S. In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her heir. Ant. S. Where England? Dro. S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Ant. S. Where Spain? [hot in her breath. Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it Ant. S. Where America, the Indies? Dro. S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who sent whole armadas of carracks to be ballast at her nose. [lands? Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the NetherDro. S. O, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; call'd me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: And, I think if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, She had transform'd me to a curtail-dog, and made me turn i' the wheel. [road : Ant. S. Go hie thee presently, post to the And if the wind blow any way from shore, I will not harbour in this town to-night : If any bark put forth, come to the mart, Where I will walk till thou return to me. If every one knows us, and we know none, 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone. Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life, So fly I from her that would be my wife. [Exit. Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit * Ant. S. What is your will that I shall do How much your chain weighs to the utmost with this? [made it for you. not. carat, [fashion, Ang. What please yourself, sir: I have The fineness of the gold, and chargeful Ant. S. Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it Which doth amount to three odd ducats more [you have. Than I stand debted to this gentleman: Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times I pray you, see him presently discharg'd, Go home with it, and please your wife withal; For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it. And soon at supper-time I'll visit you, Ant. E. I am not furnish'd with the present And then receive my money for the chain. money; Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money SCENE I.-The Same. Enter Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer. Mer. You know since Pentecost the sum is due, And since I have not much importun'd you; [you, Ang. Even just the sum that I do owe to Is growing to me by Antipholus; And, in the instant that I met with you, He had of me a chain: at five o'clock I shall receive the money for the same. Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house, I will discharge my bond, and thank you too. Off. That labour may you save: see where he comes. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio of Ephesus. Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou And buy a rope's end: that I will bestow For locking me out of my doors by day. But soft, I see the goldsmith. Get thee gone Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me. Dro. E. I buy a thousand pound a year; I buy a rope. [Exit. Ant. É. A man is well holp up that trusts ; Besides, I have some business in the town. Good signior, take the stranger to my house, And with you take the chain, and bid my wife Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof: Perchance I will be there as soon as you. Ang. Then, you will bring the chain to her yourself? [not time enough. Ant. E. No; bear 't with you, lest I come Ang. Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you? [have; Ant. E. An' if I have not, sir, I hope you Or else you may return without your money. Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain : Your breach of promise to the Porcupine. I should have'chid you for not bringing it, But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl. Mer. The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, despatch. [chainAng. You hear how he importunes me: the Ant. E. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your money. [even now. Ang. Come, come, you know I gave it you Either send the chain, or send by me some token. [of breath. Ant. E. Fie! now you run this humour out Come, where's the chain! I pray you, let me see it. [liance. Mer. My business cannot brook this dalGood sir, say whether you'll answer me, or no : If not, I'll leave him to the officer. Ant. E. I answer you? what should I answer you? [chain. Ang. The money that you owe me for the Ant. E. I owe you none till I receive the chain. Ang. You know I gave it you half an hour Ant. E. You gave me none you wrong me [since. much to say so. Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying Consider how it stands upon my credit. [it: Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit. Off. I do ;-and charge you in the duke's name to obey me. Ang. This touches me in reputation. Either consent to pay this sum for me, Or I attach you by this officer. [had! Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st. Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer. I would not spare my brother in this case, |