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Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd,
And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die :Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;
Gaoler, take him to thy custody. And floating straight. obedient to the stream,
Gaol. I will,
lord. Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought.
Ægeon. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon wend, At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,
But to procrastinate his lifeless end. [Exeunt. Dispers'd those vapours that offended us;
SCENE 11.- A public place. Enter Antipholus and And, by the benefit of his wish'd light,
Dromio of Syracuse, and a Merchant.
Mer. Therefore, give out, you are of Epidamnum, Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this :
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day a Syracusan merchant
Is apprehended for arrival here;
According to the statute of the town,
There is your money that I had to kecp.
Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we bost, For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues, We were encounter'd by a mighty rock ;
And stay there Dromio, till I come to thee. Which being violently borne upon,
Within this hour it will be dinner-time: Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst,
Till that, I'U view the manners of the town, So that, in this uniust divorce of us,
Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return, and sleep within mine inn; Fortune had left to both of us alike
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.
Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your word Was carried with more speed before the wind ;
And go indeed, leaving so good a mean. [Ex. Dro. S. And in o'ir sight they three were taken up
Ant. S. A trusty villain, sir; that very oft, By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.
When I am dull with care and melancholy, At length, another ship bad seiz'd on us ;
Lightens my humour with his merry jests. And, knowing whom it was their hap to save,
What, will you walk with me about the town, Gave helpfu welcome to their shipwreckd guests ;
And then go to my inn, and dine with me? And would have rest the fishers of their prey,
Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, Had not their bark been very slow of sail,
or whom I hope to make much benefit; And therefore homeward did they bend their course
I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock, Thus lave you heard me sever'd from my bliss;
Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart, That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd,
And afterwards consort you till bed-time; To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
My present business calls me from you now. Duke. And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest for,
Ant, S. Farewell till then: I will go lose myself, Do me the favour to dilate at full
And wander up and down, to view the city. What hath befall’n of them, and thee, till now,
Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. Ægeon. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care,
[Exit Merchant. At eighteen years became inquisitive
Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own content After his brother; and importun'd me,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get. That his attendant, (for his case was like,
I to the world am like a drop of water, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name)
That in the ocean seeks another drop; Might bear him company in quest of him:
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd.
So I, to find a mother, and a brother, Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself. Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus. And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus;
Here comes the almanac of my true date.Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unsought,
What now? How chance, thou art returnd so soon? Or that, or any place that harbours men.
Dro. E. Return d so soon! rather approach'd too But here must end the story of my life ;
late: And happy were I in my timely death,
The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit;
The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell,
She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home; Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,
You come not bome, because you bave no stomach ; Which princes, would they, may not disannul, You have no stomach, having broke your fast ; My soul should sue as advocate for thee.
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, But, though thou art adjudged to the death;
Are penitent for your default to-day. And passed sentence may not be recallid,
Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir ; tell me this, I pray. But to our honour's great disparagement,
Where have you left the money, that I gave you? Yet will I favour thee in what I can:
Dro. E. 0,-six-pence that I had o' Wednesday last, Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day, To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper;To seek thy help by beneficial help:
The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not. Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus ;
Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,
Tell me, and daily not, where is the money?
We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust Adr. Why shoħld their liberty than ours be more? So great a charge from thine own custody?
Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door. Dra. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner : Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. I from my mistress come to you in post ;
Luc. O, know, he is the bridle of your will. fi retum, I shall be post indeed;
Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so. For she will score your fault upon my pate.
Luc. Why, head-strong liberty is lash'd with woe. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock There's nothing situate under heaven's eye, And strike you home without a messenger.
But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky: Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, season ;
Are their males' subjects, and at their controls : Reserve them till a merrier hour than this:
Men, more divine, the masters of all these,
Lords of the wide world, and wild watry seas,
Are masters to their females, and their lords :
Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Fiome to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner; Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear some My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.
sway. An. S. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. In what safe place you have bestow'd my money ; Adr. How if your husband start some other where ? Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd :
Adr. Patience, unmovod, no marvel though she Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Perelance, you will not bear them patiently. As much, or more, we should ourselves complain : Art. S. Thy mistress' marks ! what mistress, slave, So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, hast thou ?
With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me : Dra. E. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the But, if thou live to see like right bereft, Phoenix ;
This fool-begg'd patience on thee will be left. She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner ; Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try ;And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner.
Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh. Ant. $. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that Say, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
my two ears can witness.
[Exit Dro. E. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other,
his mind ? The villain is o‘er-taught of all my money.
Dro. E. Ay, ay,
told his mind upon minc ear : They say, this town is full of cozenage ;
Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel Darkworking sorcerers, that change the mind,
his meaning ? Seul-killing witches, that deform the body ;
Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well Disguised eheaters, prating mountebanks,
feel his blows ; and withal so doubtfully, that I could And many such like liberties of sin :
scarce understand them. prove so, I will be gone the sooner,
Adr. But say, I pr'çthee, is he coming home? rt to the Centaur, to go seek this slave ;
It seems, he hath great care to please his wife.
Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my masteris horn-mad.
stark mad :
When I desir'd him home to dinner,
He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold : SCENE I.-A public Place. Enter Adriana and
'Tis dinner-time, quoth I ; My gold, quoth he : Luciana.
Your meat doth burn, quoth I ; My gold, quoth he: Adriana.
Will you come home ? quoth I ; My gold, quoth he: XEITHER my husband, nor the slave return'd, Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain : That in such baste I sent to seek his master !
The nig, quoth L is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: Sare, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
My mistress, sir, quoth I ; Hang up thy mistress ; Lez. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, I know not thy mistress ; out on thy mistress ! And from the man he's somewhere gone to dinner. Luc. Quoth who? Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:
Dro. E. Quoth my mester : A san is master of his liberty :
I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ;Time is their master ; and, when they see time, So that my errand, due unto my tongue, Taeyllo, a conne: If so, be patieat, sister,
I thank him, I bare koine upon my shouiders ;
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merty vein : Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell me.
Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the teeth? For God's sake, send some other messenger.
Think'st thou, I jest ? Hold, take thou that, and that. Allr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across.
[Beating him. Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake : now your jest is beating :
earnest : Between
Upon what bargain do you give it me?
Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, Do list you for my fool, and chat with you,
Your sauciness will jest upon my love, You spurn me hence, and he will spurn ne hither : And make a common of my serious hours. If I last in this service, you must case me in leather. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,
[Exit. But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. Luc. Fie, how impatience lowreth in your face ! If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
Adr. His company must do his minions grace, And fashion your demeanour to my looks, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Or I will beat this method in your sconce. Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave bnt. From my poor check ? then, he hath wasted it :
tering, I had rather have it a head : an you use these Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?
blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and inIf voluble and sharp discourse be marrd,
sconce it too, or else I shall seek my wit in my shouldUnkindness blunts it, more than marble haul. ers. I pray, sir, why am I beaten? Do their gay vestments bis affections bait?
Ant. S. Dost thou not know? 'That's not my fault, he's master of my state :
Dro. S. Nothing, sir ; but that I am beaten. What ruins are in me, that can be found
Ant. S. Shall I tell you why? By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground
Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore ; for, they say, every Of my defeatures : My decayed fair
why hath a wherefore, A sunny look of his would soon repair :
Ant. S. Why, first-for flouting me ; and then, But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
wherefore, And feeds from home : poor I am but his stale. For urging it the second time to me.
Lur. Self-harming jealousy!-fie, beat it hence. Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of Aur. Unfeeling tools can with such wrongs dispense.
season? I know his eye doth liomage otherwhere ;
When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither rhyme Or else, what lets it but he would be here?
norrason ?Sister, you know, he pronuisd me a chain ;-
WII, sir, I thank you. Would that alone alone be would dutain,
Anit. S. Thank me, sir ? for what? So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!
Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something that you gave I see, the jewel, best elianelled,
me for nothing Will lose his beauty ; and though gold "hides still, Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothThat others touch, yet often touching will
ing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time ? Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name,
Dro. S. No, sir; I think, the mat wants that I hare. But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that? Since that my beauty cannot please hiseve,
Dro. S. Basting. I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
Ant. S. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! Dro. S. If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
[Exeunt. Ant, s. Your reason? SCENE II.-The same. Enter Antipholus of Syra
Dro. S. Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry-basting.
Ant. S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; There's Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up
a time for all things. Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave
Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you were Is wandler'd forth, in care to seek me out.
so choleric. By computation, and mine host's report.
Ånt. S. By what rule, sir ?
Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain
bald pate of father Time himself. Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
Ant. S. Let's hear it. How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd ?
Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover his As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
bair, that grows bald by nature. You know no Centaur ? you receiv'd no gold ?
Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and cova My house was at the Phenix ? Wast thou mad,
the lost hair of another man. That thus so malily thou didst answer me?
Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, bring, Dro. S. Wbat answer, sir? when spake I such a
as it is, so plentiful an excrement? word ? Ant. S. Even now, ereu here, not half an hour since.
Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on
beasts : and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me hence, Horze to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
given them in wit.
Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair Art. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt ;.
than wit, And told'st me of a inistress, and a dinner ;
Dro. S. Not S man of those, but he hath the wit to For which, I hope, thou felt 'st I was displeasd.
lose his hair.
Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with dealers without wit.
you : Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost : Yet he When were you wont to use my sister thus ? Joseth it in a kind of jollity.
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. S. For what reason?
Ant. S. By Dromio! Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too.
Dro. S. By me? Ant. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.
Adr. By thee; and this thou didst return from him,Dre. S. Sure ones then.
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows, Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
Denied my house for his, me for his wife. Dro. S. Certain ones then.
Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoAnt. S. Name them.
man? Drs. S. The one, to save the money that he spends What is the course and drift of your compact ? in tiring; the other, that at dinner they should not drop Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. in his porridge.
Ant. S. Villain, thou liest ; for even her very words Ant. S. You would all this time have proved, there Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. is no time for all things.
Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir ; namely, no time to re Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our names, cover hair lost by nature.
Unless it be by inspiration ? Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, why Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, there is no time to recover.
To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, ånd | Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ? terefore, to the world's end, will have bald follow Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,
But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine;
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Makes me with thy strength to communicate : Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown ;
If ought possess thee from me, it is dross, Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,
Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss ; I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst vow
Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion. That never words were music to thine ear,
Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for ber That never object pleasing in thine eye,
theme: That never touch well-welcome to thy hand,
What, was I married to her in my dream ? That never rneat swext-savour'd in thy taste,
Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? Unless I spake, lookd, touch'd, or carv'd to thee.
What crror drives our eyes and ears amiss? How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
Until I know this sure uncertainty, That thou art then estranged from thyself?
I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
Luc. Dromjo, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Trat, undividable, incorporate, .
Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. Am better than thy dear self's better part.
This is the fairy land ;-O, spite of spites ! Ah, do not tear away thyself froin me;
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvislı sprites; Fæ know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall
If we obey them not, this will ensue, A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. And take unningled thence that drop again,
Luc. Why prat’st thou to thyself, and answer'st not? Without addition, or diminishing,
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou, sot! As take from me thyself, and not me too.
Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? How dearly would it touch thce to the quick,
Ant. S. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious ?
Dro. S. Nay, master, buth in mind, and in my shape. And that this body, consecrate to thee,
Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. By nuffian lust should be comaminate?
No, I am an ape. Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spuin at me,
Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. And harl the name of husband in my face,
Dro. S. 'Tis true ; she rides me, and I long for grass. And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, And from my false hand cat the wedding ring,
"Tis so, I am an ass ; else it could never be,
But I should know her as well as she knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep, I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to scorn. My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate :For, if we two be one, and thou play false,
Husband, I'll dine above with you today, I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks :Being strumpeted by thy contagios.
Sinah, if any ask you for your master, Kep then fair league and truce with thy true bed ;
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured.
Come sister :-Dromio, play the porter well.
Sleeping or waking? mad, or well-advis d ?
Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd! As strange into your town, as to your talk ;
I'll say as they say, and persever so, Whe, every scrl by ail my wit being scaun d, And in this mist at all adventures go. Want wit in all one word to understand.
Dro. S. Master, shall I be port r at the gate?
Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate. Dro. S. Nor to-lay here you must not; come again, Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dide too late.
when you may [Exeunt. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from
the house I owe?
Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my name ACT III.
Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office SCENE 1.-The same. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus,
and my name; Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo, and Balthazar.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. Antipholus E.
If thou hadst been Dromio today in my place, GOOD signior Angelo, you must excuse us all; Thou wouldst have chang'd thy face for a name, or My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours:
thy name for an ass. Say, that I linger'd wich you at your shop,
Luce. [ Il'ithin.) What a coil is there! Dromio, who To see the making of her carkanet,
are those at the gate ? And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce. But here's a villain, that would face me down
Faith, no; he comes too late ; He met me on the mart; and that I beat him,
And so tell your master. And charg‘d him with a thousand marks in gold; Dro, E.
O lord, I must laugh :And that I did deny my wife and house :
Have at you with a proverb. --Shall I set in my Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this? staff? Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what I Luce. Have at you with another : that's - When? know:
can you tell ? That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to Dro. S. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou hast show :
answer'd him well. If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion ? you'll let us in, were ink,
And you said, no. Dro. E.
Marry, so it doth appear Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there was By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.
blow for blow. I should kick, being kşick'd ; and, being at that pass, Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in. You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass. Luce.
Can you tell for whose sake? Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray God, Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard. our cheer
Let him knock till it ache. May answer my good will, and your good welcome Ant. E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the here.
door down? Bal. I hold your dainties eluap, sir, and your wel luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in come dear.
the town? Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, Adr. (Within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps A table full of welcome makes searce one dainty dish. all this noise? Bal. Good meat, sir, is cominon ; thai every churl Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with affords.
unruly loy's. Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have come nothing but words.
before. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a mer Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the
door. Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing Dro. E. If you wont in pain, master, this knave guest :
would go sore: But though my cates be mean, take them in good part ; Ang. Here is neither checr, sir, nor welcome; we Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
would fain have either. But, soft; my door is lock'd :-Go bid them let us in. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, neither. Jen?!
Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them Dro. S. [Hithin.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, core welcome hither. comb, idiot, patch!
Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the cannot get in. hatch:
Dro. E. You would say so, master,
your garments Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'dst for
were thin. such store,
Your cake here is warm within ; you stand here in When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the the cold: door.
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My mas and sold. ter stays in the street.
Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope the Dro. \. Let him' walk from whence he came, lest
gate. he catch cold on's feet.
Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break Ant. E. Wbo talks within there? ho, open the door. your knave's pate. Dr S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir : me wherefore.
and words are but wud; Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have not | Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not be Hind to-day.