COUR. As fure, my liege, as I do fee your grace.
DUKE. Why, this is ftrange:-Go call the abbefs hither;

I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.

[Exit an Attendant. ÆGE. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word; Haply, I fee a friend, will fave

my life, And pay the fum that may deliver me.

DUKE. Speak freely, Syracufan, what thou wilt. EGE. Is not your name, fir, call'd Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio ?

DRO. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, fir,
But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords;
Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.

ÆGE. I am fure, you both of you remember me.
DRO. E. Ourselves we do remember, fir, by you;
For lately we were bound, as you are now.
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, fir?

[well. know me

you

EGE. Why look you ftrange on me? you
ANT. E. I never faw you in my life, till now.
EGE. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, fince
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand
Have written ftrange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yet, doft thou not know my voice?
ANT. E. Neither.

EGE. Dromio, nor thou?

DRO. E. No, trust me, fir, nor I.

EGE. I am fure, thou doft.

[laft;

faw me

DRO. E. Ay, fir? but I am fure, I do not; and whatfoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. ÆGE. Not know my voice! O, times extremity!

Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue,
In seven short years, that here my only fon
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?

Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In fap-confuming winter's drizzled fnow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up;
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wafting lamps fome fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
All these old witneffes (I cannot err,)
Tell me thou art my fon Antipholus.

ANT. E. I never faw my father in my life.
EGE. But feven years fince, in Syracufa, boy,
Thou know'ft, we parted: but, perhaps, my fon,
Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery.

ANT. E. The duke, and all that know me in the city, Can witnefs with me that it is not fo;

I ne'er faw Syracusa in my life.

DUKE. I tell thee, Syracufan, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus,

During which time he ne'er faw Syracusa :

I fee, thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Enter the ABBESS, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracufan, and DROM10 Syracufan.

ABB. Moft mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.

[All gather to fee bim.

ADR. I fee two hufbands, or mine eyes deceive me. DUKE. One of these men is genius to the other; And fo of thefe: Which is the natural man, And which the spirit? Who deciphers them? DRO. S. I, fir, am Dromio; command him away. DRO. E. I, fir, am Dromio; pray, let me ftay. ANT. S. Ægeon, art thou not? or else his ghost? DRO. S. O, my old mafter! who hath bound him here? ABB. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty

Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man
That had'ft a wife once call'd Æmilia,

That bore thee at a burden two fair fons :
O, if thou be'ft the fame Egeon, speak,
And speak unto the fame Emilia !

EGE. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia;
If thou art she, tell me, where is that fon
That floated with thee on the fatal raft?

ABB. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;
But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth
By force took Dromio, and my fon from them,
And me they left with those of Epidamnum :
What then became of them, I cannot tell;
I, to this fortune that you fee me in.

DUKE. Why, here begins his morning story right:
These two Antipholus's, these two so like,
And these two Dromio's, one in femblance,-
Befides her urging of her wreck at sea,—
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou cam'ft from Corinth first.

ANT. S. No, fir, not I; I came from Syracufe.
DUKE. Stay, ftand apart; I know not which is which.
ANT. E. I came from Corinth, my moft gracious lord.
DRO. E. And I with him.

ANT. E. Brought to this town by that moft famous

warrior

Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.

ADR. Which of you two did dine with me to-day?

ANT. S. I gentle mistress.

ADR. And are not you my husband?

ANT. E. No, I fay nay to that.

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ANT. S. And so do I, yet did she call me fo;
And this fair gentlewoman, her fifter here,
Did call me brother :-What I told you then,
I hope, I fhall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream, I fee, and hear.

ANG. That is the chain, fir, which

had of me. you

ANT. S. I think it be, fir; I deny it not.

ANT. E. And you, fir, for this chain arrested me.
ANG. I think I did, fir; I deny it not.

ADR. I fent you money, fir, to be your bail,

By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.

DRO. E. No, none by me.

ANT. S. This purfe of ducats I receiv'd from you,
And Dromio my man did bring them me :

I fee, we ftill did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon thefe Errors are arose.

ANT. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
DUKE. It fhall not need, thy father hath his life.
COUR. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
ANT. E. There, take it; and much thanks for my
good cheer.

ABB. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here,

And hear at large difcourfed all our fortunes :

And all that are affembled in this place,
That by this fympathized one, day's error
Have fuffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And we fhall make full fatisfaction.-
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my fons; nor, till this present hour,
My heavy burdens are delivered :—

The duke, my husband, and my children both,

And

you

the calendars of their nativity,

Go to a goflip's feast, and go with me;
After so long grief, fuch nativity!

DUKE. With all my heart, I'll goffip at this feast.
[Exeunt DUKE, ABBESS, ÆGEON, COURTEZAN, MER-
CHANT, ANGELO, and Attendants.

DRO. S. Master, fhall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? ANT. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine haft thou em

bark'd?

DRO. S. Your goods, that lay at hoft, fir, in the Centaur. ANT. S. He fpeaks to me; I am your master, Dromio: Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:

Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.

[Exeunt ANT. S. and E. ADR. and Luc.

DRO. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner;

She now shall be my fifter, not my wife.

DRO. E. Methinks, you are my glafs, and not my brother:

I fee by you, I am a fweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to fee their goffiping?

DRO. S. Not I, fir; you are my elder.

DRO. E. That's a question: how shall we try it?

DRO. S. We will draw cuts for the fenior: till then, lead thou first.

DRO. E. Nay, then thus:

We came into the world, like brother and brother;

And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

[Exeunt.

END OF VOLUME SECOND,