Adr. Hence prating peasant! fetch thy master home. Dr. of Eph. Am I so round with you, as you with me, That, like a foot-ball, you do spurn me thus ? Luc. Fy! how impatience lowereth on your brow! Adr. His company must do his minions grace, While, I at home, starve for a cheerful look. Do their gay vestments his affections bait?. Will lose its lustre: so doth Adriana; Whom once, unwearied with continual gazing, Luc. And still shall call her so; come, be of heart, In sooth, for my sake, sister; 'tis the mere Phantom of your mind-tormenting fancy. Adr. Fancy! Luc. Aye, fancy-that strange, inexplicableDismiss it, sister. Adr. Oh, that I could; I'll try; but first DUET.—(Merchant of Venice.) I. ADRIANA. Tell me, where is Fancy bred? How begot, how nourished? II. LUCIANA. It is engender'd in the eyes, ADRIANA. Вотн. Let us both ring Fancy's knell ; I'll begin it-Ding, dong, bell. Ding, dong, bell! [Exeunt. SCENE II. THE MART. Enter Antipholis of Syracuse. Ant. of Syr. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave Enter Dromio of Syracuse. How now, sir? is your merry humour alter'd? Ant. of Syr. Ev'n now, ev'n here; not half an hour since. Dr. of Syr. I did not see you, since you sent me hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. of Syr. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner: For which I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. Dr. of Syr. I'm glad, to see you in this merry vein; What means this jest, I pray you, master, tell me? Ant. of Syr. What, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the teeth, Think'st thou, I jest? there take thou that, and that. Dr. of Syr. Hold, sir, for heav'n's sake: now your jest is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me? Ant. of Syr. Because that I familiarly sometimes And make a common of my serious hours. Ant. of Syr. Dr. of Syr. Ant. of Syr. Why, first, for flouting me; and then, for urging It, in spite of my assertion to the contrary. Is dinner ready? Dr. of Syr. No, sir; I think, the meat wants Dr. of Syr. Why, basting, sir. Ant. of Syr. No more, thou knave! for sec, who wafts us yonder: This way they haste, and by their gestures seem To point out me.-What should they mean, I trow? Enter Adriana and Luciana. Adr. Aye, aye, Antipholis; look strange and Some other mistress hath some sweeter aspect : How comes it now, my husband, O! how comes it, For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall And take unmingled thence that drop again, As take from me thyself. 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 changed with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant of Syr. By Dromio? Dr. of Syr. By me? Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows, |