SCENE II. Changes to the Street. Enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuse, & Merchant, and DROMIO. 160 Mer. Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum, And, not being able to buy out his life, Ant. Go, bear it to the Centaur, where we host, Dro. Many a man would take you at your word, And go indeed, having so good a means. 170 [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 ?. 180 Mer. Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, 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, 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: 201 The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit ; You You have no stomach, having broke your fast; 210 Ant. Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray; To pay the sadler for my mistress' crupper ;- Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now; · 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. 221 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. 230 E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner; Ant. Now, as I am a Christian, answer me, pate, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, 240 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, Dark. Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. I greatly fear, my money is not safe. 260 [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, 9 Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? |