SCENE II.

Changes to the Street. Enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuse, & Merchant, and DROMIO.

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Mer. Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day, a Syracusan merchant
Is apprehended for arrival here;

And, not being able to buy out his life,
According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is your money, that I had to keep.

Ant. Go, bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
'Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return, and sleep within mine inn;
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.

Dro. Many a man would take you at your word, And go indeed, having so good a means.

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[Exit DROMIO.

Ant. A trusty villain, sir; that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. What, will you walk with me about the town, And then go to my inn and dine with me ?.

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Mer.

Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit,
I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,
Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And afterwards consort you till bed-time;
My present business calls me from you now.

Ant. Farewel till then: I will go lose myself, And wander up and down to view the city, Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. 190 [Exit Merchant.

Ant. He that commends me to mine own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get.

I to the world am like a drop of water,
That in the ocean seeks another drop;
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother, and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus.

Here comes the almanack of my true date.

What now? How chance, thou art return'd so soon?

.

E. Dro. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too

late:

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The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit ;
The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell,
My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;
You come not home, because you have no stomach;

You

You have no stomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.

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Ant. Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray;
Where have you left the money, that I gave you ?
E. Dro. Oh, six-pence, that I had o' Wednesday
last,

To pay the sadler for my mistress' crupper ;-
The sadler had it, sir, I kept it not,

Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now;
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust
So great a charge from thine own custody?

· E. Dro. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in post

If I return, I shall be post indeed,

For she will score your fault upon my pate.

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Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock,

And strike you home without a messenger.

Ant. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of

season;

Reserve them till a merrier hour than this:

Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

E. Dro. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me. Ant. Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,

And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge.

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E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you from the

mart

Home

Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner;
My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.

Ant. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me,
In what safe place you have dispos'd my money;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd:
Where are the thousand marks thou had'st of me?
E. Dro. I have some marks of yours upon my

pate,

Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance, you will not bear them patiently.

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Ant. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, hast thou?

E. Dro. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix ;

She, that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner.

Ant. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. 250 E. Dro. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold

your hands;

Nay, an you will not sir, I'll take my heels.

Exit DROMIO.

Ant. Upon my life, by some device or other,
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
They say, this town is full of cozenage;
As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye,

Dark.

Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind,
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body;
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many such like liberties of sin :

If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave;

I greatly fear, my money is not safe.

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[Exit.

ACT II. SCENE I.

The House of Antipholis of Ephesus. Enter ADRIANÁ,

NEITHER

and LUCIANA.

Adriana.

CR my husband, nor the slave return'd, That in such haste I sent to seek his master!

Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:

A man is master of his liberty;

Time is their master; and, when they see time,
They'll go or come: If so, be patient, sister.

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Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more?
Luc. Because their business still lies out o'door.
Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
Luc. Oh, know, he is the bridle of your will.
Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so.
Luc. Why head-strong liberty is lash'd with woe.
There's