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She is so hot, because the meat is cold; | If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
The meat is cold, because you come not home; I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave;
You come not home, because you have no I greatly fear, my inoney is not safe. (Erit.

stomach;
You have no stomach, having broke your fast;

ACT II.
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,

SCENE I.--A public Place.
Are penitent for your default to-day.
Ant. S. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this,

Enter ADRIANA, and LUCIANA.

Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slare re. Where have you left the money that I gave

turn'd, Dro. E, O), --sixpence, that I had o’Wednes. That in such haste I sent to seek his master! day last,

Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock. To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ;- Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited The saddler had it, Sir, I kept it not.

him,

(dinner, Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: And from the mart he's somewhere gone to Tell me, and dally not, where is the money ? Good sister, let us dine, and never fret: We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust A man is master of his liberty: So great a charge from thine own custody?

Time is their master; and, when they see time, Dro. E. I pray you, jest, Sir, as you sit at They'll go, or come: If so, be patient, sister. dinner:

Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be I from my mistress come to you in post;

more? If I return, I shall be post indeed ;

Luc. Because their business still lies out For she will score your fault upon my pate.

o'door. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it clock,

ill. And strike you bome without a messenger.

Luc, 0, know, he is the bridle of your will. Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are

Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled out of season; Reserve them till a merrier hour than this: Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lashi'd with Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? Dro. E. To me, Sir ? why you gave no gold There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, to me.

But hath its bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your Are their males' subject, and at their controls:

The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, foolishness, And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Men, more divine, and masters of all these, Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, the mart

(ner;

Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Home to your house, the Phoenix, Sir, to din? Of more pre-eminence than tish and fowls, My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.

Are masters to their females, and their lords : Ant. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer Then let your will attend on their accords. me,

[ney;

Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unIn what safe place you bave bestow'd my mo

wed. Or I will break that merry sconce* of yours,

Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage That stands on tricks when I am indispos'd :

bed. Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear me ?

some sway: Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon

Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practice to obey. my pate,

Adr. How if your husband start some other Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,

where? But not a thousand marks between you both.-

Luc. Till he come home again, I would forIf I should pay your worship those again,

bear. Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks ! what mistress, They can be meek, that have no other cause.

she pause ; slave, hast thou ? Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, the Phoenix;

[ner,

We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; She that doth fast, till you come home to dino | But were we búrthen'd with like weight of And prays, that you will hie you home to As much, or’more, we should ourselves com

pain,

(plain : dinner. Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve

thee,

{me: my face, Being forbid ? There, take you that, sir knave. With urging helpless patience would'st relieve Dro. E. What mean you, Sir? for God's sake, But, if thou live to see like right bereft, bold your hands;

This fool- begg'd patience in thee will be left. Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take my heels.

Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try ;

[Erit DroMIO, E. Here comes your man, now is your husband Ant. $. Upon my life, by some device or

nigh. other, The villain is o'er-raught+ of all my money.

Enter DROMO of Ephesus. They say, this town is full of cozenage;

Adr. Say is your tardy master now at hand As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,

Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with my Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, and that my two ears can witness. Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? know's Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,

thou his mind ? And many sucn iike liberties of sin :

Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine

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Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ;-not feel his meaning ?

Would that alone alone he would detain, Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! too well feei lis blows; and withal so doubt. I see the jewel, best enamelled, (still, fully, that I could scarce understand them." Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides

Adr. But say, I pr’ythee, is he coming That others touch, yet often touching will bome? It seems, he hath great care to please Wear gold: and so no man, that hath a name, his wife.

But falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, horn-mad.

I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain?

Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jeaDro. F.. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure,

lousy!

[Ercant he's stark mad: When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,

SCENE II.-- The same. He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold :

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: Your meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth Ant. S. The gold, I gare to Dromio, is laid he:

[he: Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave (up Will you come home ? quoth I; My gold, quoth Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out. Where is the thousand marks 1 gare thee, ril- By computation, and mine host's report, lain?

I could not speak with Dromio, since at first The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: I sent him from the mart: See here he comes. My mistress, Sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress;

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. I know not thy mistress ; out on thy mistress! How now, Sir ? is your merry humour alter'd ? Luc. Quoth who?

As you love strokes, so jest with me again. Dro. E. Quoth my master: [tress;- You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold? I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mis- Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? So that my errand, due unto my tongue, My house was at the Phoenix? W'ast thou I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders;

mad, For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. That thus so madly thou didst answer me? Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch Dro. S. What answer, Sir? when spake I him home.

such a word ? Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an home?

hour since. For God's sake, send some other messenger. Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate

hence.

(me.

Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's other bcating:

receipt; Between you I shall have a holy head. And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner: Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy mas- For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was dister home.

pleas'd. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry

vein:

(me. That like a football do you spurn me thus ? What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell Jou spurn me hence, and he will spurn me Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in hither:

the teeth? If I last in this service, you must case me in Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, leather,

(Exit.
and that.

[Beating him. Luc. Fie, low impatience lowereth in your Dro. S. Hold, Sir, for God's sake: now your face.

jest is earnest: Adr. His company must do his minions Upon what bargain do you give it me? grace,

Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Whilst l at home starve for a merry look. Do úse you for any fool, and chat with you, Hath homely age the alluring beauty took Your saiciness will jest upon my love, From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it: And make a common of ny serious hours. * Are my discourses dull? barren my wit? When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make If voluble and sharp discourse be marr’d,

sport,

(beams. Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. But creep in crannies, when he hides his Do their gay vestments his affections bait? If you will jest with me, know my aspect, That's not my fault, he's master of my state: And fashion your demeanour to my looks, What ruins are in me, that can be found Or I will beat this method in your sconce. By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would Of ny defeatures:t My decayed fairt

leave battering, I had rather have it a head: A sunny look of his would soon repair: an you use these blows long, I must get a But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, sconce for my head, and insconce; it too; or And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale. else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, Luc. Self-arming jealousy!-fie, it I pray, Sir, why am I beaten? hence.

Ant. S. Dost thou not know? Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs Dro, S. Nothing, Sir; but that I am beaten. dispense.

Ant. S. Shall I tell you why? I know his eye doth homage otherwhere; Dro. S. Ay, Sir, and wherefore ; for, they Or else, what lets | it but he would be here? say, erery why hath a wherefore. le. Scarce stand under thein.

* I. e. Intrude on them when you please

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with me,

Fair, for faimess. + Study my countenance Saki'...

Hinders.

* A sconce was a fortification

+ Alteration of truturos.

Ant. S. Why, first,--for flouting me; and some other mistress hath thy sweet aspécts, then, wherefore,

I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. (vow For urging it the second time to me.

The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten That never words were music to thine ear, out of season?

That never object pleasing in thine eye, When, in the why, and the wherefore, is nei. That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, ther rhyme nor reason ?

That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, Well, Sir, I thank you.

Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to Ant. S. Thank me, Sir? for what?

thee. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, for this something that How comes it now, my husband, oh, how you gave me for nothing.

comes it, Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give That thou art then estranged from thyself? you nothing for something. But say, 'Sir, is it Thyself I call it, being strange to me, dinner-time?

That, undividable, incorporate, Dro. S. No, Sir; I think, the meat wants Am better than thy dear self's better part. that I have.

Ah, do not tear away thyself from me; Ant. S. In good time, Sir, what's that? For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall Dro. S. Basting:

A drop of water in the breaking gulph, Ant. S. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry. And take unmingled thence that drop again, Dro. S. If it be, Sir, I pray you eat none of it. Without addition, or diminishing, Ant. S. Your reason ?

As take from me thyself, and not me too. Dro. S. Lest it make you choleric, and pur- How dearly would it touch thee to the quick, chase me another dry basting.

Should'st thou but hear I were licentious ? Ant. S. Well, Sir, learn to jest in good time; And that this body, consecrate to thee, There's a time for all things.

By ruffian lust should be containinate? Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you Would'st thou not spit at me, and spurn at me, were so choleric.

And hurl the name of husband in my face, Ant. S. By what rule, Sir?

And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, Dro. S. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, plain bald pate of father Time himself. And break it with a deep-divorcing vow? Ant. S. Let's hear it.

I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;. [it. his hair, that grows bald by nature.

My blood is mingled with the crime of lust; Ant. $. May he not do it by fine and reco- For, if we two be one, and thou play false, very ?

I dó digest the poison of thy flesh, Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and Being strumpeted by thy contagion. recover the lost hair of another man.

Keep then fair league and truce with thy true Ant. S. Why is time such a niggard of hair, I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured. [bed; being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he be

you not: stows on beasts: and what he hath scanted In Ephesus I am but two hours old, men in hair, he hath given them in wit. As strange unto your town, as to your talk;

Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, more hair than wit.

Want wit in all one word to understand. Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd wit to lose his hair,

with you : Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men when were you wont to use my sister thus? plain dealers without wit.

She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Dro. $. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: Ant. S. By Dromio ? Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.

Dro, S. By me? Ant, S. For what reason ?

Adr. By thee: and this thou didst return Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too.

from him,Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you. That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows Dro. S. Sure ones then.

Denied my house for his, me for his wife. Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. Ant. S. Did you converse, Sir, with this Dro. s. Certain ones then.

gentlewoman? Ant. S. Name them.

What is the course and drift of your compact? Dro. S. The one, to save the money that he Dro. S. I, Sir? I never saw her till this time. spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they Ant. S. Villain, thou liest; for even her very should not drop in his porridge.

Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. (words Ant. $. You would all this time have proved, Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. there is no time for all things.

Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our Dro. S. Marry, and did, Sir; namely, no Unless it be by inspiration ? [names, time to recover hair lost by nature.

Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, why there is no time to recover.

Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ? Ďro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, bald, and therefore, to the world's end, will But wrong not that wrong with a more conhave bald followers.

tempt. Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclu- Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: But soft! who wafts* us yonder? (sion : Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine ;

Whose weakness, married to my stronger state, Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.

Makes me with thy strength to communicate : Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, frown;

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Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion That you beat me at the mart, I have your Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.

hand to show: Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for If the skin were parchment, and the blows you ber theme:

gave were ink,

{think, What, was I married to her in my dream ? Your own handwriting would tell you what I Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass. What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear Until I know this sure uncertainty,

By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear. I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.

I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.

You would keep from my heels, and beware of Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.

Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: This is the fairy land ;–0, spite of spites !

'Pray God, our cheer We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; May answer my good will, and your good wel. If we obey them not, this will ensue, [blue.

come here. They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and an. your welcome dear. swer'st not?

(sot! Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou

or fish, Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? A table full of welcome makes scarce one Ant. $. I think, thou art, in mind, and so dainty dish.

Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in

churl affords. my shape.

Ant, E. And welcome more common; for

; Ant. S. Thou bast thine own form.

that's nothing but words. Dro. S. No, I am an ape.

Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes Luc. If thou art chang'd to aaght, 'tis to an

a merry feast.

Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more Dro. S. 'Tis truc; she rides me, and I long

sparing guest :

But though my cates* be mean, take them in "Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be,

good part;

[heart. But I should know her as well as she knows Better cheer may you have, but not with better

But, soft; my door is lock'd; Go bid them let Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,

us in. To put the finger in the eye

and weep,

Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to

Gillian, Jen'!

Dro. S. [Within.] Moment malt-borse, capon, Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate :

coxcomb, idiot, patch ! Husband, i'll dine above with you to-day, Either get thee from the door, or sit down at And shrive* you of a thousand idle pranks:

the hatch: Sirrah, if any ask you for your master, Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.

for such store, Come, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well. When one is one too many ? Go, get thee from Ant. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell ?

the door. Sleeping or waking? mad, or well-advis'd ? Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd !

master stays in the street. I'll say as they say, and persever so,

Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, And in this mist at all adventures go.

lest he catch cold on's feet. Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate? Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break

the door. your pate.

Dro. S. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, and Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too you'll tell me wherefóre. late.

[Exeunt. Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have

not din'd to-day. ACT III.

Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come SCENE I.-The same.

again, when you may.

Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of

from the house I owe ? Ephesus, ANGELO, and BalthAZAR. Dro. S. The porter for this time, Sir, and my

name is Dromio. Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must ex

Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both cuse us all;

mine office and my name; [blame. My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours:

The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop,

If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, To see the making of her carkanet,t

Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a And that to morrow you will bring it home.

name, or thy name for an ass. But here's a villain, ihat would face me down

Luce. [Within.] What a coil|| is there? DroHe met me on the mart; and that I beat him.

mio, who are those at the gate ? And charg'd him with a thousand marks in

Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce. gold;

Luce. Faith no; he comes too late ; And that I did deny my wife and house :

And so tell your master. Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by

Dro. E. O Lord, I must laugh :this? Dro, E. Say what you will, Sir, but I know

Have at you with a proverb.-Shall I set in what I know:

my staff?

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Luce. Have at you with another: that's,-- | Be ruld by nu; depart in patience,
When? can you tell ?

And let us to the Tiger all to dinner :
Dro. S. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, And, about evening, come yourself alone,
thou hast answer'd him well.

To know the reason of this strange restraint.
Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let If by strong hand you offer to break in,
us in, I hope?

Now in the stirring passage of the day,
Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.

A vulgar comment will be made on it;
Dro. S. And you said, no.

And that supposed by the common rout
Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there Against your yet ungalled estimation,
was blow for blow.

That may with foul intrusion enter in,
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.

And dwell upon your grave when you are
Luce. Can you tell for whose sake?

For slander lives upon succession; [dead: Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard. For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession. Luce. Let him knock till it ake.

Ant. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart Int. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat in quiet, the door down.

And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry. " Ence. What needs all that, and a pair of I know a wench of excellent discourse, stocks in the town?

Pretty and witty; wild, and, yet too, gentle;Adr. [Within.) Who is that at the door, that There will we dine: this woman that I mean, keeps all this noise ?

My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal; with unruly boys.

To her wili we to dinner.-Get you home, Ant. E. Are you there wife? you might have And fetch the chain; by this,* I know, 'tis come before.

Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine ; (made: Adr. Your wise, Sir knave! go, get you from For there's the house; that chain will I bestow the door.

(Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,) Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this Upon mine hostess there: good Sir, mako koave would go sore.

boste : Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor wel. Since mive own doors refuse to entertain me,

come; we would fain have either. I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain · Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part* with neither.

Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid

hence. them welcome hither.

Ant. E. Do so; This jest shall cost me some Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that

expense. we cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your

SCENE II.-The same. garments were thin.

Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Your cake here is warm within ; you stand

Luc. And may it be that you have quite for. here in the cold : It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so

A husband's office ? shall, Antipholus, hate, bought and sold.t Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break Even in the spring of love, thy love-springsi

rot? ope the gate. Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll If you did wed my sister for her wealth,

Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate ? break your knave's pate.

Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with Dro. E. A man may break a word with you,

more kindness : Sir; and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it

Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;

Mutile your false love with some show of not behind.

blindness: Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Let not my sister read it in your eye;

Out upon thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; pray thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, Bear a fair presence, though your heart be

Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger: and fish have no fin.

tainted; Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me

Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; sed ?

Be secret-false: What need she be acquaintDro. E. A crow without a feather; master,

What simple thief brags of his own attaint? mean you so?

[a feather: "Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed, For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;

And let her read it in thy looks at board : together.

Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron Alas, poor women! make us but believe, Bal. Have patience, Sir; 0, let it not be so; Though others have the arm, show us the

Being compact of credit, that you love us; Herein you war against your reputation,

sleeve; And draw within the compass of suspect We in your motion turn, and you may move The unviolated honour of your wife.

Then, gentle brother, get you in again; (us. Once this, Your long experience of her wisHer sober virtue, years, and modesty,, [dom, 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,

Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife:

(strife, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; When the sweet breath of dattery conquen And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are madet against

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