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What ruins are in me, that can be found
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures : My decayed fair

look of his would soon repair :
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.

Luc. - Self-harming jealousy !fye, beat it herce.
Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dis-

I know his eye doth homage other-where ;
Or else, what lets it but he would be here?
Sister, you know, he promis’d me a chain ;-
Would that alone alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed !
Į see, the jewel, best enamelled,
Will lose his beauty; and the gold 'bides still,
That others touch; yet often touching will
Wear gold : and so no man, that hath a name,
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!


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The Street. Enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuse.
Ant. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up
Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave


How now,

Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.
By computation, and mine host's report,
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first
I sent him from the mart : See, here he comes.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

sir ? is your merry humour alter'd? As you love strokes, so jest with me again. You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? My house was at the Phænix? Wast thou mad, That thus so madly thou didst answer me? S. Dro. What answer, sir ? when spake I such a word?

130 Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour since.

S. Dro. I did not see you since you sent me hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

Ant. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt ; And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeas'd. i S. Dro. I am glad to see you in this merry

vein: What means this jest? I pray you, master,

Ant. Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth ? Think'st thou, I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.

[Beats Dromio. S. Dro. Hold, sir, for God's sake: now your jest is earnest :

141 Upon what bargain do you give it me?

Ant. Because that I familiarly sometimes Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,


tell me.

Your sauciness will jest upon my love,
And make a common of my serious hours.
When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,

creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
And fashion your demeanor to my looks, 130
Or I will beat this method in your sconce.

S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head: an you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and insconce it too, or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray, sir, why am I beaten?

Ant. Dost thou not know?
S. Dro. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten.
Ant. Shall I tell you why?

S. Dro. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, every why hath a wherefore.

161 Ant. Why, first, for fouting me; and then, where.

fore, For urging it the second time to me. S. Dro. Was there ever any man thus beaten qut

of season? When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither

rhime nor reason:Well, sir, I thank you.

Ant. Thank me, şir: for what?

S. Dro. Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.

Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you no. thing for something. Bit say, sis, is it dinner-time?

S. Dro


S. Dro. No, sir; I think, the meat wants that I have.

172 Ant. In good time, sir, what's that? S. Dro. Basting. Ant. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. S. Dro. If it be, sir, pray you eat none of it. Ant. Your reason?

S, Dro. Lest it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry-basting.

Ant. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; There's a time for all things.

181 S. Dro. I durst have deny'd that, before you were so cholerick.

Ant. By what rule, sir ?

S. Dro. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father time himself.

Ant. Let's hear it.

S. Dro. There's no time for a man to recover his hair, that grows bald by nature.

Ant. May he not do it by fine and recovery? 190

S. Dro. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the lost hair of another man.

Ant. Why is time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement?

S. Dro. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts : and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit.

Ant. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. S. Dro. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit to


lose his hair.

201 Ant. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.

S. Dro. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost : Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.

Ant. For what reason?
S. Dro. For two; and sound ones too.
Ant. Nay, not sound, I pray you.
S. Dro. Sure ones then.
Ant. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.

S. Dro. Certain ones then.
Ant. Name them.

S. Dro. The one, to save the money that he spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge.

Ant. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things.

S. Dro. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair lost by nature.

Ant. But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to recover.

S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end, will have bald fol. lowers.

Ant. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion:
But soft! who wafts us yonder ?

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Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look strange, and frown;
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects,

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