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SCENE I.-A Hall in the Duke's Palace. To adunit no traffic to our adverse towns: Enter Solinus, Duke of Ephesus, Ægeon, a Mer- Nay, more, if any, born at Ephesus

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Be seen at any Syracusian marts and fairs ; chant of Syracusa, Jailer, Officers, and other

Again, if any Syracusian born Attendants.

Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies; Æge. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall, His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, And by the doom of death end woes and all. Unless a thousand marks be levied,

Duke. Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more. To quit the penalty, and to ransom him. I am not partial, to infringe our laws:

Thy substance, valued at the highest rate The enmity and discord, which of late

Cannot amount unto a hundred marks ; Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke Therefore, by law thou art condemn'd to die. To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,– Æge. Yet this my comfort; when your words Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives,

are done, Have seald his rigorous statutes with their bloods,- | My woes end likewise with the evening sun. Excludes all pity from our threat'ning looks.

Duke. Well, Syracusian; say, in brief, the cause For, since the mortal and intestine jars

Why thou departedst from thy native home, 'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,

And for what cause thou cam’st to Ephesus. It hath in solemn synods been decreed,

Æge. A heavier task could not have been impos’d, Both by the Syracusians and ourselves,

Than I'to speak my griefs unspeakable ;

So that in this unjust divorce of us
Fortune had left to both of us alike
What to delight in, what to sorrow for.
Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened
With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe,
Was carried with more speed before the wiud,
And in our sight they three were taken up
By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.
At length another ship had seized on us;
And knowing whom it was their hap to save,
Gave healthful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests;
And would have reft the fishers of their prey,
Had not their bark been very slow of sail,
And therefore homeward did they bend their

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Yet, that the world may witness, that my

end Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence, I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave. In Syracusa was I born; and wed Unto a woman, happy but for me, And by me too, had not our hap been bad. With her I liv'd in joy: our wealth increas'd, By prosperous voyages I often made To Epidamnum; till my factor's death, And the great care of goods at random left Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse: From whom my absence was not six months old, Before herself (almost at fainting under The pleasing punishment that women bear) Had made provision for her following me, And soon, and safe, arrived where I was. There had she not been long, but she became A joyful mother of two goodly sons ; And, which was strange, the one so like the other, As could not be distinguish'd but by names. That very hour, and in the self-same inn, A poor mean woman was delivered Of such a burden, male twins, both alike. Those, for their parents were exceeding poor, I bought, and brought up to attend my sons. My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys, Made daily motions for our home return: Unwilling I agreed. Alas, too soon

aboard! A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd, Before the always-wind-obeying deep Gave any tragic instance of our harm : But longer did we not retain much hope; For what obscured light the heavens did grant Did but convey unto our fearful minds A doubtful warrant of immediate death; Which, though myself would gladly have embracid, Yet the incessant weepings of my wife, Weeping before for what she saw must come, And piteous plainings of the pretty babes, That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear, Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me. And this it was,—for other means was none.The sailors sought for safety by our boat, And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us. My wife, more careful for the latter-born, Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast, Such as sea-faring men provide for storms : To him one of the other twins was bound, Whilst I had been like heedful of the other. The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast; And floating straight, obedient to the stream, Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought. At length the sun, gazing upon the earth, Dispers'd those vapours that offended us, And by the benefit of his wish'd light The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered Two ships from far making amain to us; Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this : But ere they came,-0, let me say no more! Gather the sequel by that went before.

Duke. Nay, forward, old man; do not break off so, For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

Æge. O, had the gods done so, I had not now Worthily term'd then merciless to us! For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues, We were encounter'd by a mighty rock, Which being violently borne upon, Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst

Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss,
That by misfortunes was my life prolong’d,
To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
Duke. And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest

for,
Do me the favour to dilate at full
What hath befall’n of them, and thee, till now.

Æge. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care,
At eighteen years became inquisitive
After his brother; and importun'd me,
That his attendant, (so his case was like,
Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name)
Might bear him company in the quest of him ;
Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see,
I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd.
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece,
Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia
And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus,
Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unsought
Or that, or any place that harbours men.
But here must end the story of my life;
And happy were I in my timely death,
Could all my travels warrant me they live.
Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have

mark'd
To bear the extremity of dire mishap !
Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,
Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,
Which princes, would they, may not disannul,
My soul should sue as advocate for thee.
But though thou art adjudged to the death,
And passed sentence may not be recallid
But to our honour's great disparagement,
Yet will I favour thee in what I can:
Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day,
To seek thy help by beneficial help.
Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus;
Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,
And live; if no, then thou art doom'd to die.-
Jailer, take him to thy custody.

Jail. I will, my lord.

Æge. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.-A Public Place. Enter Antipholus, and Dromio of Syracuse, and

a Merchant. Mer. Therefore, give out you are of Epidamnum. Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. This very day, a Syracusian merchant Is apprehended for arrival here; And, not being able to buy out his life According to the statute of the town, Dies ere the weary sun sets in the west. There is your money that I had to keep.

Ant. S. Go, bear it to the Centaur, where we host, Tell me, and dally not, where is the money? And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.

We

e being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Within this hour it will be dinner-time:

So great a charge from thine own custody? Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,

Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dianer. Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, I from my mistress come to you in post ; And then return and sleep within mine inn,

If I return, I shall be post indeed, For with long travel I am stiff and weary.

For she will score your fault upon my pate. Get thee away.

Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your word,

clock, And go indeed, having so good a mean. [E.xit. And strike you home without a messenger. Ant. S. A trusty villain, sir ; that very oft,

Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come; these jests are When I am dull with care and melancholy,

out of season: Lightens my humour with his merry jests.

Reserve them till a merrier hour than this. What, will you walk with me about the town, Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? And then go to my inn, and dine with me?

Dro. E. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me. Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, Ant. S. Come on, sir knave; have done your Of whom I hope to make much benefit ;

foolishness, I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,

And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart, Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from And afterwards consort you till bed-time:

the mart My present business calls me from you now. Home to your house, the Phænix, sir, to dinner.

Ant. S. Farewell till then. I will go lose myself, My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.
And wander up and down to view the city.

Ant. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content.

In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,

[Exil. Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours, Ant. s. He that commends me to mine own That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd. content,

Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me? Commends me to the thing I cannot get.

Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my I to the world am like a drop of water,

pate; That in the ocean seeks another drop;

Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,

But not a thousand marks between you both. Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:

If I should pay your worship those again, So I, to find a mother, and a brother,

Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress,

slave, hast thou ? Enter Dromio of Ephesus.

Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the Here comes the almanack of my true date.

Phænix; What now? How chance thou art return'd so soon? She that doth fast till you come home to dinner, Dro. E. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd | And prays that you will hie you home to dinner. too late.

Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,

face, The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell; Being forbid ? There, take you that, sir knave. My mistress made it one upon my cheek:

[Strikes him. She is so hot, because the meat is cold;

Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, The meat is cold, because you come not home;

hold your hands. You come not home, because you have no stomach: || Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [Eril. You have no stomach, having broke your fast; Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, The villain is o'er-raught of all my money. Are penitent for your default to-day.

They say, this town is full of cozenage; Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir. Tell me this, As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye, I pray;

Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
Where have you left the money that I gave you ? Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
Dro. E. O! sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday | Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
last

And many such like liberties of sin :
To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper. If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.

I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave :
Ant. $. I am not in a sportive humour now. I greatly fear, my money is not safe. [Exit.

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ACT

Scene I.-A Public Place. Enter ADRIANA, wife to AntipHolus of Ephesus,

and LUCIANA her sister. Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return'd, That in such haste I sent to seek his master? Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret A man is master of his liberty : Time is their master; and, when they see time, They'll go, or come: if so, be patient, sister.

Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Luc. Because their business still lies out o' door. Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. Luc. O! know he is the bridle of your will. Adr. There's none but asses will be bridled so. Luc. Why, head-strong liberty is lash'd with woe. There's nothing, situate under heaven's eye, But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, Are their males' subjects, and at their controls. Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Are masters to their females, and their lords: Then, let your will attend on their accords.

Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed. Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear some

sway. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Adr. How if your husband start some other

where? Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. Patience unmov'd, no marvel though she

pause; They can be meek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain; So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me: But if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.

Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try.— Here comes your man: now is your husband nigh.

Enter Dromio of Ephesus. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ?

Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness.

Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? Know'st

thou his mind ? Dro. E. Ay, ay; he told his mind upon mine ear. Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.

Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning?

Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could to well feel his blows; and, withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce understand them. Adr. But say,

I pr’ythee, is he coming home! It seems he hath great care to please his wife. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn

mad. Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain! Dro. E.

I mean not cuckold-mad; But, sure, he is stark mad. When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold : 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; my gold, quoth he: Your meat doth burn, quoth ); my gold, quoth he: Will you come, quoth I! my gold, quoth he : Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain! The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; my gold, quoth he: My mistress, sir, quoth I; hang up thy mistress ; I know not thy mistress : out on thy mistress!

Luc. Quoth who?

Dro. E. Quoth my master: I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress : So that my errand, due unto my tongue, I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ; For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him

home. Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home! For God's sake, send some other messenger.

Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other

beating Between you I shall have a holy head. Adr. Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master

home. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, That like a foot-ball you do spurn me thus ? You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : If I last in this service, you must case me in leather,

[E.rit. Luc. Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face! Adr. His company must do his minions grace, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look. Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took From my poor cheek? then, he hath wasted it: Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ? If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd, Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. Do their gay vestments his affections bait ?

That's not my fault; he's master of my state. Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain :
What ruins are in me, that can be found

Would that alone, alone he would detain,
By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground

So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! of my defeatures. My decayed fair

I see, the jewel best enamelled A sunny look of his would soon repair ;

Will lose his beauty : yet though gold 'bides still, But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,

That others touch, and often touching will And feeds from home: poor I am but his stale. Wear gold; and no man, that hath a name, Luc. Self-harming jealousy!—fie! beat it hence. By falsehood and corruption doth it shame. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, dispense.

I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. I know his eye doth homage other where,

Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy! Or else, what lets it but he would be here?

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SCENE II.The Same.

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.
Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.
By computation, and mine host's report,
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd ?
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
You know no Centaur?'. You receiv'd no gold?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phænix ? Wast thou mad,

That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such

a word ?
Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour

since. Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me

hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's re

ceipt, And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner ; For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd.

Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein. What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell me. Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the teeth ?

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