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A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd, Might bear him company in the quest of him : Before the always-wind-obeying deep
Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see Gave any tragic instance of our harm :
I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd. But longer did we not retain much hope ;
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece, For what obscured light the heavens did grant Roaming cleans through the bounds of Asia, Did but convey unto our fearful minds
And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus; A doubtful warrant of immediate death;
Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unsought, Which, though myself would gladly have embrac'd, Or that, or any place that harbours men. Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,
But here must end the story of my life; Weeping before for what she saw must come, And happy were I in my timely death, And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,
Could all my travels warrant me they live. That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear, Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me.
Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,
Which princes, would they, may not disannul, Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast,
My soul should sue as advocate for thee. Such as sea-faring men provide for storins; But, though thou art adjudged to the death, To him one of the other twins was bound,
And passed sentence may not be recallid,
Yet will I favour thee in what I can :
To seek thy help by beneficial help:
And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die: Dispers'd those vapours that offended us;
Gaoler, take him to thy custody. And, by the benefit of his wish'd light,
Gaol. I will, my lord. The seas wax'd calm, and we discover'd
Æge. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon wend“, Two ships from far making amain to us,
But to procrastinate his lifeless end. (Exeunt. Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this : But ere they came, - 0, let me say no more !
: SCENE II. - A publick Place. Gather the sequel by that went before.
Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off so; Enter ANTIPHOLUS and Dromio of Syracuse, and a For we may pity, though not pardon thee.
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
Is apprehended for arrival here ;
And, not being able to buy out his life, Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst,
According to the statute of the town, So that, in this unjust divorce of us,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west. Fortune had left to both of us alike
There is your money that I had to keep. What to delight in, what to sorrow for.
Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened
And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
And then return, and sleep within mine inn ; At length, another ship had seiz’d on us;
For with long travel I am stiff and weary. And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests ; Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your word, And would have reft the fishers of their prey, And go indeed, having so good a mean. Had not their bark been very slow of sail,
[Exit Dro. S. And therefore homeward did they bend their
Ant. S. A trusty villains, that
When I am dull with care and melancholy, Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss ; Lightens my humour with his merry jests. That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd,
What, will you walk with me about the town, To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
And then go to my inn, and dine with me? Duke. And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest
Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, for,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit; Do me the favour to dilate at full
I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock, What hath befall'n of them, and thee, till now. Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
Æge. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, And afterwards consort you till bed-time; At eighteen years became inquisitive
My present business calls me from you now. After his brother; and importun'd me,
Ant. S. Farewell till then: I will go lose myself, That his attendant, (for his case was like,
And wander up and down, to view the city. Rest of his brother, but retain'd his name,)
Get thee away.
3 Clear, completely. ? Bereft, deprived.
Si. e. Servant.
Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out
of season; Ant. S. He that commends me to mine own con- Reserve them till a merrier hour than this: tent,
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
Dro. E. To me, sir ? why you gave no gold to me. I to the world am like a drop of water,
Ant. $. Come on, sir knave, have done your foolThat in the ocean seeks another drop ;
ishness, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself;
Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from the So I, to find a mother, and a brother,
mart In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
Home to your house, the Phænix, sir, to dinner ;
My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.
Ant. S. Now, as I am a christian, answer me,
Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me? The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit ; Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, My mistress made it one upon my cheek :
But not a thousand marks between you both. She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
If I should pay your worship those again, The meat is cold, because you come not home; Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. You come not home, because you have no stomach; Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
hast thou ? But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Dro. E. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the Are penitent for your default to-day.
Phænix : Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir; tell me this, I She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, pray;
And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Where have you left the money that I gave you?
Ani. S. What, wilt thou fout me thus unto my Dro. E. O, — sixpence, that I had o'Wednesday
Being forbid ? There, take you that, sir knave. To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ; – Dro. E. What mean you, sir ? for heaven's sake, The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.
hold your hands; Ant. s. I am not in a sportive humour now : Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. Tell me, and dally not, where is the money ?
(Exit Dromio, E. We being strangers here, how dar’st thou trust Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other. So great a charge from thinc own custody? The villain is o'er-raught 7 of all my money.
Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner : They say, this town is full of cozenage; I from my mistress come to you in post ;
As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye, If I return, I shall be post indeed ;
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, For she will score your fault upon my pate. And many such like liberties of sin; Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. clock,
I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave; And strike you home without a messenger.
I greatly fear my money is not safe. [Exil.
SCENE I. - A publick Place.
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males' subject, and at their controls : Enter ADRIANA and Luciana.
Men, more divine, the masters of all these, Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return'd, Lords of the wide world, and wild wat'ry seas, That in such haste I sent to seek his master ! Indued with intellectual sense and souls, Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls, Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, Are masters to their females, and their lords: And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Then let your will attend on their accords. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:
Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. A man is master of his liberty :
Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Time is their master; and, when they see time,
Adr. But were you wedded, you would bear some They'll go, or come: if so, be patient, sister.
sway. Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door.
Adr. How if your husband start some other Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
where? Luc. O, know, he is the bridle of your will.
Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. There's none but asses will be bridled so.
Adr. Patience, unmov'd, no marvel though she Luc. Why headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.
pause; There's nothing situate under heaven's eye,
They can be meek, that have no other cause. But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:
A wretched soul, bruis'd with adversity,
| What ruins are in me, that can be found We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry;
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Of my defeatures 9: My decayed fair! As much, or more, we should ourselves complain : A sunny look of his would soon repair; So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me : And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale. ? But if thou live to see like right bereft,
Luc. Self-arming jealousy! - fye, beat it hence. This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left. Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs disLuc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try;
Or else, what lets 3 it but he would be here ?
Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ;
Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! that my two ears can witness.
I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him ? know'st Will lose his beauty; and though gold 'bides still, thou his mind?
That others touch, yet often touching will Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear : Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name, Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, his meaning ?
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. Dro. E. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy ! well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that
[Ereunt. I could scarce understand them.8
Enter AntiPHOLUS of Syracuse. Dro. E. Why, mistress, sure my master is stark Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up mad :
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out. He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold :
By computation, and mine host's report, 'Tis dinner-time, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: I could not speak with Dromio, since at first Your meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth he: I sent him from the mart: See, here he comes. Will you come home ? quoth I; My gold, quoth he: Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain ?
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he: How now, sir? is your merry bumour alter'd ? My mistress, sir, quoth I; Hang up thy mistress ; As you love strokes, so jest with me again. I know not thy mistress ; out on thy mistress!
You know no Centaur, you receiv'd no gold? Luc. Quoth who?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? Dro. E. Quoth my master :
My house was at the Phønix ? Wast thou mad, I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress ; That thus so madly thou didst answer me? So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such a I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ;
word ? For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him
Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me hence, Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? | Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. For heaven's sake, send some other messenger.
Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt; Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other for which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. beating :
Dro. s. I am glad to see you in this merry vein : Between you I shall have a holy head.
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the home.
teeth ? Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, Think’st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and That like a football you do spurn me thus ?
[Beating him. You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : Dro. S. Hold, sir, for heaven's sake: now your If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.
jest is earnest :
[Exit. Upon what bargain do you give it me? Luc. Fye, how impatience lowreth in your face. Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes Adr. His company must do his minions grace, Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Your sauciness will jest upon my love, Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
And make a common of my serious hours. From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it: When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?
But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. If voluble and sharp discourse be marr’d,
If you will jest with me, know my aspect 4, Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. And fashion your demeanour to my looks, Do their gay vestments his affections bait? Or I will beat this method in your sconce. That's not my fault, he's master of my state :
9 Alteration of features.
! Fair, for fairness. 2 Stalking-horse.
3 Hinders. 1. e. Scarce stand under them.
4 Study my countenance.
Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave Ant. S. You would all this time have proved, battering, I had rather have it a head : an you use there is no time for all things. these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir ; namely, no time to and insconce 5 it too; or else I shall seek my wit in recover hair lost by nature. my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, why am I beaten ? Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, Ant. S. Dost thou not know?
why there is no time to recover. Dro. S. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten. Dro. $. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, Ant. S. Shall I tell you why?
and therefore, to the world's end, will have bald Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, followers. every why hath a wherefore.
Ant. S. I knew it would be a bald conclusion : Ant. S. Why, first, – for flouting me; and then, But soft! who wafts 6 us yonder ?
wherefore, For urging it the second time to me.
Enter Adriana and LUCIANA. Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown: of season?
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. rhyme nor reason ?
The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst vow Well, sir, I thank you.
That never words were music to thine ear, Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what.
That never object pleasing in thine eye, Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something that you That never touch well-welcome to thy hand, gave me for nothing.
That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste, Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you Unless I spake, look'd, touch'd, or carv'd to thec. nothing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner- How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it time?
That thou art then estranged from thyself? Dro. S. No, sir; I think, the meat wants that I Thyself I call it, being strange to me, have.
That, undividable, incorporate, Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that ?
Am better than thy dear self's better part. Dro. S. Basting.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
As take from me thyself, and not me too. Ant. S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; How dearly would it touch thee the quick, There's a time for all things.
Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious ? Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you were And that this body, consecrate to thee, so cholerick.
By ruffian lust should be contaminate ? Ant. S. By what rule, sir ?
Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurn at irr Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain And hurl the name of husband in my face, bald pate of father Time himself.
And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, Ant. S. Let's hear it.
And from my false hand cut the wedding rin Dro: S. There's no time for a man to recover his And break it with a deep-divorcing vow ? hair, that grows bald by nature.
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured.
Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know recover the lost hair of another man.
you not: Ant. S. Why is time such a niggard of hair, In Ephesus I am but two hours old, being, as it is, so plentiful ?
As strange unto your town, as to your talk ; Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, on beasts : and what he hath scanted men in haşr Want wit in all one word to understand. he hath given them in wit.
Luc. Fye, brother ! how the world is chang'd Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
When were you wont to use my sister thus ? Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner to lose his hair.
Ant. S. By Dromio ? Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men Dro. S. By me? plain dealers witliout wit.
Adr. By thee: and this thou didst return from Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost : Yet
him, he loseth it in a kind of jollity.
That he did but thee, and in his blows Ant. S. For what reason ?
Denied my house for his, me for his wife. Dro. $. For two; and sound ones too.
Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentleAnt. S. Nay, not sound, I pray you.
woman? Dro. S. Sure ones then.
What is the force and drift of your compact ? Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. Dro. S. Certain ones then.
Ant. S. Villain, thou liest ; for even her very Ant. S. Name them.
words Dro. S. The one, to save the money that he Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they
Drr. S. I never spake with her in all my life. should not drop in his porridge. SA sconce was a fortification.
Ant. S. IIow can she thus then call us by our Dro. S. I am transform'd, master, am not I ? names,
Ant. s. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Unless it be by inspiration ?
Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,
shape. To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave ?
Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ?
No, I am an ape. Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,
Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine :
grass. Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine;
I am an ass; else it could never be, Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, But I should know her as well as she knows me. Makes me with thy strength to communicate : Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
To put the finger in the eye and weep, Usurping ivy, briar, or idle 7 moss;
Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
Come sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate : Ant. S. To me she speaks ; she moves me for her Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day, theme:
And shrive 9 you of a thousand idle pranks :
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter. What error drives our eyes and ears amiss ? Come, sister: – Dromio, play the porter well. Until I know this sure uncertainty,
Ant. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell ? I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
Sleeping or waking ? mad, or well-advis'd ? Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. I'll say as they say, and persever so, This is the fairy land ; — 0, spite of spites ! - And in this mist at all adventures go. We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites ; Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate ? If we obey them not, this will ensue,
Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
pate. Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
[Exeunt. Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
SCENE I. The same.
Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar : 'Pray
heaven, our cheer Enter AntirHOLUS of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus, May answer my good will, and your good welcome ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR.
here. Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse
Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your us all;
welcome dear. My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours :
Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop,
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty
dish, To see the making of her carkanet , And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; that every
chur! But here's a villain, that would face me down
affords. He met me on the mart; and that I beat him,
Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold,
nothing but words. And that I did deny my wife and house :
Bal. Small cheer and great welcome, makes a Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this? Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparI know :
ing guest; That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to But though my cates' be mean, take them in good show :
part ; If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave | Better cheer may you have, but not with better were ink,
heart. Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. But, soft; my door is lock’d: Go bid them let
Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass.
Marry, so it doth appear Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.
Jen'! I should kick, being kick'd ; and, being at that Dro. S. [l'ithin.] Mome?, malt-horse, capon, pass,
coxcomb, idiot, patch ! 3 You would keep from my heels, and beware of an Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the
7 Unfruitful, barren.
9 Hear your confession.
1 Dishes of incat