Denied my house, for his; me, for his wife. Ant of Syr. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?

Dr. of Syr. I, sir!-I never saw her 'till this

moment.

Ant. of Syr.

Villain, thou liest; for e'en her

very words

Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.

Dr. of Syr. I never spoke with her in all my life. Ant. of Syr. How can she then thus call us by

our names,

Unless it be by inspiration?

Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,
To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
Come, I will fasten thus upon thy arm;

Thou art an elm, my husband; I, a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,
Shares in thý virtues and partakes thy strength.
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, idle moss, or brier,

Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap, and live on thy destruction.

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Ant. of Syr. To me she speaks, she moves me for her theme.

What, was I married to her in my sleep?
Or sleep I now and dream, I hear all this?
What error thus deceives our eyes and ears?
Yet that the mystery I may explore,

I'll seem to entertain the fallacy.

F

Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.

Dr. of Syr. Meaning me?
Luc. Ay, thee, thou slug!

Dr. 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.
Come, sir, to dinner :-Dromio, keep the gate:
Husband, "I'll dine above with you to-day,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister :-Dromio, play the porter well.

[Exeunt Adriana, Antipholis of Syracuse,
and Luciana.

Dr. of Syr. Spread for dinner! I am afraid, I shall Be somewhat aukward, as I am not well Acquainted with the customs of the house: Though, I suppose, they'll be so courteous To teach a new-comer—particularly your ladies in waiting

Aye, there they go.

And have taken my master with 'em. Sure,

We are in the land of fairies, and converse

With sprites and goblins. I wish they mayn't have
Infected my poor master; for, even now,

He swore to a discourse, I held with him
Here on the mart; when, I can swear, I was
Talking to the strong box yonder at the Centaur.-
Mighty odd all this!-(voice without)-Dromio,
Dromio

Oh! a lady in waiting

--

Dear, sweet, unknown! thy doating Dromio comes.

[Exit.

Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, Balthazar, Cerimon, and others.

Ant. of Eph. I do repent me I have staid so long.

Good night, Balthazar.

Bal. Prithee, Antipholis, be more resolv'd→→ And by bold remedy still try to cure

Your lady's malady.

Ant. of Eph. Aye-in due time-but now-
Bal. Well-for to-night return—

But if she welcome you with taunts and jeers,
Tell her your friends grow jealous in their turn,
And missing you, in your accustom'd sports,
Will, ere the dawn shall gild yon mountains' tops,
Once more awake you with the hunter's peal.
Ant. of Eph. (smiling with satisfaction.) The
hunter's peal!

Cer. Aye-your old pastime!--to the chace my friend;

And there, if foremost, and you kill the deer—
Ant. of Eph. The thought inspires me !--and if
we fail

In this our wonted sport-still as before
We can recline beneath the greenwood tree
And sing, and laugh at the world's empty
Vain pursuits.

GLEE. (As you Like it.)

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither!

Here shall he see

No enemy,

But winter and rough weather.

END OF THE SECOND ACT.

[Exeunt.

ACT III. SCENE I.

A STREET, WITH THE HOUSE OF ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS.

Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, Cerimon, Angelo, and Drorio of Ephesus.

Ant. of Eph. Good Signor Angelo,
Say, that I linger'd with you, at your shop,
To see the making of her bracelet,

And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villain, that would face me down,
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
And charged him with a thousand marks of gold,
And that I did deny my wife and house.
Thou drunkard thou, what didst thou mean by this?
Dr. 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 Angelo; pray heaven, our cheer May answer my good-will, and your good welcome. But soft, my door is lock'd: Sirrah, ring the bell.

Dr. of Eph. [Rings.] O, he's a little soberer,

and he does know his own house now.