The time was once, when thou, unurg'd, would'st vow, And take unmingled thence, that drop again, Ant. of Syr. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not; In Ephesus, I am but two hours old, As strange unto your town, as to your talk. Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus ? Adr. By thee, and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee, and in his blows, Denied my house for his, me, for his wife. Ant. of Syr. Did you converse, sir, with this gen tlewoman? Dro. of Syr.. I, sir? I never saw her till this moment! Ant. of Syr. Villain, thou liest! for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Dro. of Syr. I never spoke with her in all my life. Ant. of Syr. How can she then thus call us by Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Ant. of Syr. To me she speaks-she moves me for her theme What, was I married to her, in my sleep? I'll seem to entertain the fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Dro. of Syr. Meaning me? Luc. Ay, thee, thou slug! Dro. of Syr. Spread for dinner? Ant. of Syr. Am I alive? Am I Antipholis? Sleeping, or waking? Mad, or well-advis'd? Known unto these, yet to myself unknown; Fain would I learn from whence these wonders flow; But, that I almost fear to trace the source, So strange is every thing I see and hear. Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, To put the finger in the eye. and weep. While man and master laugh my woes to scorn. [Exit, with LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLIS. Dro. of Syr. Spread for dinner! I am afraid I shall Be somewhat awkward, as I am not Acquainted with the ways of the house; Though, I suppose they'll be so courteous As to instruct a new comer. Ay, there they go ;— The house with the green doors, and have taken [Exit. ACT THE THIRD. SCENE I. 1 A Street, with a View of ANTIPHOLIS's House. Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS, DROMIO OF EPHESUS, ANGELO, and BALTHASAR. Ant. of Eph. Good Signor Angelo, you must ex cuse us; My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours. D To see the making of her bracelet, And that, to-morrow, you will bring it home. Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this? Dro. of Eph. Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know, That you beat me at the Mart, I have the marks to witness. Ant. of Eph. Silence, thou sot, or I shall sober thee! You're sad, Signor Balthasar; 'pray Heaven, our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome But soft, my door is locked-Sirrah, ring the bell! Dro. of Eph. Oh, he's a little soberer, and he does know his own house now! [Rings. Ant. of Eph. Will they not hear? Dro. of Eph. In good truth, I think they will not—My mistress, sure, means to be quits with you, master-you denied her a while ago, and now she's determined to deny you. Ant. of Eph. Have done, thou varlet! Call to them; bid them let us in. Dro. of Eph. Maud! Bridget! Marian! Cicely, Gillian! Madge! Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Mome, Malt-horse, Capon, Coxcomb, Idiot, Patch!-Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store, when one is one too many.-Go, get thee from the gate! Dro. of Eph. What patch is made our porter ?My master stays in the street. he Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Let him walk from whence lest he catch cold in his feet. came, Ant. of Eph. Who talks within there?-Hoa! open the door! Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Right, sir-I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore. Ant. of Eph. What art thou, there, that keep'st me from mine own house? Dro. of Syr. [Within.] The porter, sir, and my name is Dromio. Dro. of Eph. O villain, thou hast stole both mine office, and my name. Bridget. [Within.] Why, what a coil is there!-Dromio, who are those, at the door? Dro. of Eph. Let my master in, Bridget. Bridget. [Within.] Peace, fool! thy master's here already. Ant. of Eph. Do you hear, you minion ?—you'll let us in, I trow? Bridget. [Within.] Can you tell for whose sake? Dro. of Eph. Master, knock at the door hard. Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Let him knock till it ake. Adriana. [Within.] Who is at the gate, that keeps all this noise ? Ant. of Eph. Are you there, wife? you might have come before. Adr. [Within.] Your wife, Sir Knave!-Go, get you from the gate. Ant. of Eph. Get from the gate! What means this saucy language? There's something more in this!Why, Adriana! Or you shall dearly pay for all this outrage. Dro. of Syr. [Within.] She's gone back to dinner, sir, to take a refreshing cup, and has no time to answer idle questions now. Ant. of Eph. Now, on my soul, some strange mysterious guile, Lurks underneath this unaccustom'd usage. |