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go sore.

Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave

would Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome;

we would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part

with neither. Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid

them welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we

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

ments were thin. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in

the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought

and sold. Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope

the gate.

you, sir;

Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break

your knave's pate. Dro. E. A man may break a word with

and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out

upon thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's 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 a feather; master, mean

you so?


we shall part with neither.) Mr. Tyrwhitt says, that, in our old language, to part signified to have part. But part does not signify to share or divide, but to depart or go away; and Balthazar means to say, that whilst debating which is best, they should go away without either.

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 to

gether. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron


Bal. Have patience, sir; o, let it not be



Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the



suspect The unviolated honour of your wife. Once this, _Your long experience of her wis

dom, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Plead on her part some to you un

known; And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against

you." Be ruld by me; depart in patience, And let us to the Tiger all to dinner: And, about evening, come yourself alone, To know the reason of this strange restraint. If by strong hand you offer to break in, Now in the stirring passage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made on it; And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet ungalled estimation, That may with foul intrusion enter in, And dwell upon your grave when you are dead: For slander lives upon succession; For ever hous’d, where it once gets possesAnt. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart in


Once this,] Once this, may mean, once for all, at once.

the doors are made against you.] To make the door is the expression used to this day in some counties of England, instead of, to bar the door.

quiet, And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry. I know a wench of excellent discourse, Pretty and witty; wild, and, yet too, gentle ;-There will we dine: this woman that I mean, My wife (but, I protest, without desert,) Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal ; To her will we to dinner.-Get you home, And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made: Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine; For there's the house; that chain will I bestow (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife,) Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste: Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me. Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour

hence. Ant. E. Do so; This jest shall cost me some expence.



The same.

Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
Luc. And


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 ruinate?


And, in despight of mirth,] Though mirth has withdrawn herself from me, and seems determined to avoid me, yet in despight of her, and whether she will or not, I am resolved to be merry

If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more

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

false love with some show of blind

Muffle your


love us;

Let not my sister read it in your eye;

Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;

Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger:
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;

Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted?

What simple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed,

And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;

Til deeds are doubled with an evil word. Alas, poor women! make us but believe, Being compact of credit, that

you Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;

We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then, gentle brother, get you in again;

Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,

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, Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;

Lay open to my earthy gross conceit,

6 Being compact of credit,] Means, being made altogether of credulity.

vain,) Is light of tongue, not veracious. Johnson.


Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,

The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Against my soul's pure truth why labour you,

To make it wander in an unknown field? Are you a god? would you create me new?

Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield. But if that I am I, then well I know,

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. O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,

To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears; Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:

Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie;

And, in that glorious supposition, think
He gains by death, that hath such means to die:-

Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
Ant. S. Not mad, but mated;" how, I do not

Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun,

being by. Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will

clear your sight.
Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on

Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so.
Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.

That's my sister.
Ant. S.


sweet mermaid,] Mermaid is only another name for syren. 9 Not mad, but mated;) I suspect there is a play upon words intended here. Mated signifies not only confounded, but matched with a wife: and Antipholus, who had been challenged as a husband by Adriana, which he cannot account for, uses the word mated in both these senses. M. Mason.

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