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That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows
Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
What is the course and drift of your compact?
Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life, Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our
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? Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine : Thou art an elm, my husband, I, a vine; Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate: If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss; Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
This is the fairy land;- O, spite of spites'
That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show :
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you
Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass.
Marry, so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot 1
Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form.
'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be,
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, To put the finger in the eye and weep, Whilst 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.
Ant. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking? mad, or well advis'd? Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd! I'll say as they say, and perséver so, And in this mist at all adventures go.
Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate? Adr. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your
Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. [Exeunt.
I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass. Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray God, our cheer
May answer my good will, and your good welcome here.
Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.
Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish. Bol. Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feast.
Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing guest.
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart. But, soft; my door is lock'd; Go bid them let us in. Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Jen'
If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass.
Luce. [Within.] What a coil is there! who are those at the gate?
Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce. Luce. Faith no; he comes too late ; And so tell our master. ! Dro. E. O Lord, I must laugh; Have at you with a proverb. - Shall I set in my staff?
Luce. Have at you with another
that's, Dro. S. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou hast answer'd him well.
Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
Luce. I thought to have ask'd you.
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps all this noise?
Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.
Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the door.
Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore.
Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
Bal. Have patience, sir, O, let it not be so; Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass of suspect The unviolated honour of your wife. Once this, Your long experience of her wisdom, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against you. Be rul'd by me; depart in patience, And let us to the Tiger all to dinner : And, about evening, come yourself alone, To know the reason of this strange restraint. If by strong hand you offer to break in, Now in the stirring passage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made on it; And that supposed by the common rout Against your yet ungalled estimation, That may with foul intrusion enter in, And dwell upon your grave when you are dead: For slander lives upon succession;
For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession.
And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry.
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
Ant. E. Do so; This jest shall cost me some [Exeunt.
SCENE II. - The same.
Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? shall, Antipholus, hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness:
Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger :
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Alas, poor women! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit, that you love us; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;
We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then, gentle brother, get you in again;
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,)
Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show not,
Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will dear your sight.
Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
And, in that glorious supposition, think He gains by death, that hath such means to die : Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Luc. What, are you mad, that you do reason so? Ant. S. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know. Lur. It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so.
That's my sister.
It is thyself, mine own self's better part;
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be.
Luc. O, soft, sir, hold you still; I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.
[Exit Luc. Enter from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Syracuse.
Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio? where run'st thou so fast?
Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee?
Dro. S. Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim
Ant. S. What is she?
Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say, sir-reverence: I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage?
Dro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
Ant. S. What complexion is she of?
Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.
Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
Ant. S. What's her name?
Dro. S. Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that is an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip.
Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth?
Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from
hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland? Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs.
Ant. S. Where Scotland?
If every one knows us, and we know none,
Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard, in the palm of the hand.
Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit here;
Ant. S. Where France?
Dro. S. In her forehead; armed and reverted, Of such enchanting presence and discourse, making war against her hair. Hath almost made me traitor to myself: But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong, I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
Ant. S. Where England?
Dro. S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
Ant. S. Where Spain?
Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in her breath.
Ant. S. Where America, the Indies?
Dro. S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadas of carracks to be ballast at her
Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? Dro. S. O, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore, I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: and, I think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transformed me to a curtail-dog, and made me turn i'the wheel.
Ang. Master Antipholus?
Enter a Merchant, ANGELO, and an Officer.
Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is due,
Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you,
Off. That labour may you save; see where he
Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
Ang. I know it well, sir Lo, here is the chain;
Ant. S. What is your will, that I shall do with
Ang. What please yourself, sir; I have made it for you..
Ant. S. Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
Go home with it, and please your wife withal;
Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow
Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note,
Ang. The money, that you owe me for the chain. Ant. E. I owe you none, till I receive the chain. Ang. You know, I gave it you half an hour since.
Ant. E. You gave me none; you wrong me much to say so.
Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it : Consider, how it stands upon my credit.
Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit. Off. I do; and charge you in the duke's name, to obey me.
Ang. This touches me in reputation : Either consent to pay this sum for me, Or I attach you by this officer.
Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had! Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer ; · I would not spare my brother in this case, If he should scorn me so apparently.
Off. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit. Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee bail: But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer.
Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, To your notorious shame, I doubt it not.
Blows fair from land: they stay for no ight at all,
Enter DROMIO of Syracus
Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Lp...a.anuïn, That stays but till her owner comes aboard, And then, sir, bears away: our fraughtage, sir, I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ. The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage. Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope; And told thee to what purpose, and what end.
Dro. S. You sent me, sir, for a rope's-end as soon: You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to listen with more heed. To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight: Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry, There is a purse of ducats; let her send it; Tell her, I am arrested in the street,
And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave; be gone. On, officer, to prison till it come.
[Exeunt Merchant, ANGELO, Officer, and! ANT. E. Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where we din'd, Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband : She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Thither I must, although against my will, For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Erit
- The same.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.
Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?
Look'd he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily? What observation mad'st thou in this case, Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?
Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my spite.
Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he