Dro. E. Here is too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin. Ant. E. Well, I'll break in. Go borrow me a crow. Dro. E. A crow without feather; master, mean you so? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather. If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together. Once1 this; your long experience of her wisdom, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; 2 Why at this time the doors are made 2 against you. Forever housed, where it gets possession. Ant. E. You have prevailed; I will depart in quiet, And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry. I know a wench of excellent discourse,- 1 Once this, here means once for all; at once. 2 i. e. made fast. The expression is still in use in some counties. There will we dine: this woman that I mean, For there's the house; that chain will I bestow Upon mine hostess there. Good sir, make haste: SCENE II. The same. Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? Shall Antipholus' hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous If you did wed my sister for her wealth, 2 Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness; 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; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; 1 By this time. 2 In the old copy the first four lines stand thus: "And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? Shall, Antipholus, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? The present emendation was proposed by Steevens, though he admitted Theobald's into his own text. Love-springs are the buds of love, or rather the young shoots. "The spring, or young shoots that grow out of the stems or roots of trees."-Baret. Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; 2 Comfort my sister, cheer her; call her wife; 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,3 3 When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, I know not, Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,) Less, in your knowledge and your grace, you show not, The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Your weeping sister is no wife of mine, Nor to her bed no homage do I owe; Far more, far more to you do I decline.4 O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote. Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, 1 Old copy, not. 2 i. e. being made altogether of credulity. 3 Vain is light of tongue, not veracious. 4 "To decline; to turne or hang toward some place or thing."-Baret. |