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You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here
[Exit an Attendant. Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a
word, Haply, I see a friend will save my life, And pay the sum that may deliver me.
Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt.
Æge. Is not your name, sir, callid Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman, Dromio? Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman,
sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords: Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Æge. I am sure, you both of you remember me.
Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; For lately we were bound, as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir? Æge. Why look you strange on me? you know
me well. Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. Æge. Oh! grief háth chang’d me, since you
saw me last; And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in
face: But tell me yet, dost thou not know my
voice? Ant. E. Neither. Æge.
Dromio, nor thou? Dro. E, No, trust me, sir, nor I. Æge.
I am sure, thou dost. Dro. E. Ay, sir? but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
Æge. Not know my voice! O, times extremity! Hast thou so crack’d and splitted my poor tongue, In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ?? Though now this grained faces of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus. Ant. E. I never saw my
life. Æge. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st, we parted: but, perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery. Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the
city, Can witness with me that it is not so; I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
6-strange defeatures --] Defeatures are certainly neither more nor less than features; as demerits are neither more nor less than merits. Time, says Ægeon, hath placed new and strange features in my face; i. e. given it quite a different appearance: no wonder therefore thou dost not know me. RITSON.
my feeble key of untun'd cares?] i. e. the weak and discordant tone of my voice, that is changed by grief. Douce.
S - this grained face---] i. e. furrowed, like the grain of wood.
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years
Enter the Abbess, with AntiPHOLUS Syracusan,
and DroMIO Syracusan.
Abb. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much
wrong'd. [ All gather to see him. Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive
Duke. One of these men is Genius to the other; And so of these: Which is the natural man, And which the spirit? Who deciphers them?
Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. Dro. E. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay. Ant. S. Ægeon, art thou not? or else his ghost ? Dro. S. O, my old master, who hath bound him
here? Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty:Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man That had'st a wife once called Æmilia, That bore thee at a burden two fair sons: 0, if thou be'st the same Ægeon, speak, And speak unto the same Æmilia!
Æge. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia;
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
Duke. Why, here begins his morning story
Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.
which. Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious
lord. Dro. E. And I with him. Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most
Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?
And are not you my husband? Ant. E. No, I say nay to that.
Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so;
Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
Dro. E. No, none by me.
9 Why, here begins his morning story right:) " The morning story” is what Ægeon tells the duke in the first scene of this play:
And Dromio my man did bring them me:
Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
my good cheer. Alb. Renowned ,duke, vouchsafe to take the
with us into the abbey here,
the calendars of their nativity,
[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, Ægeon, Courtezan,
Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from
shipboard? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou
embark'd ? Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in the
Centaur. Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master,
After so long grief, such nativity!] She has just said, that to her, her sons were not born till now. STEEVENS.