E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the door. S. Dro. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore. E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to day. S. Dro. Nor to day here you muft not: come again, when you may. E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'ft me out from the house I owe? S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dromio. E. Dro. O villain, thou hast stoll'n both mine office The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. Luce. (within) What a coil is there, Dromio? who E. Dro. Let my mafter in, Luce. Luce. Faith, no; he comes too late ; And fo tell your master. E. Dro. O Lord, I must laugh; Have at you with a Proverb.-Shall I fet in my staff? Luce. Have at you with another; that's, when can you tell? S. Dro. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou hast anfwer'd him well. E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion, you'll let us in, I trow? Luce. I thought to have afkt you. S. Dro. And you said, no. E. Dro. So, come, help, well ftruck; there was blow for blow. E. Ant. Thou baggage, let me in. E. Ant E. Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down. 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 noife? S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys. E. Ant. Are you there, wife? you might have come before. Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go, get you from the door. E. Dro. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go fore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome; we would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was beft, we shall have part with neither. 3 E. Dro. They ftand at the door, mafter; bid them welcome hither. E. Ant. There's fomething in the wind, that we cannot get in. E. Dro. You would say so, master, if your garments were thin. Your cake here is warm within: you ftand here in the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck to be fo bought and fold. E. Ant. Go fetch me fomething, I'll break ope the gate. S. Dro. Break any thing here, and I'll break your knave's pate. The reading was thus: we shall part with neither.] Common fenfe requires us to read,— -we fball HAVE part with me ther. WARBURTON. E. Dro. E. Tro. A man may break a word with you, Sir, and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, fo he break it not behind. S. Dro. It feems, thou warteft breaking; out upon thee, hind! E. Dro. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me in. S. Dro. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin. E. Ant. Well, I'll break in; go borrow me a crow. Once, this ;-your long experience of her wisdom, Plead on her part fome cause to you unknown; Supp fed by the common rout.] For fuprofe I once thought it might be more commodious to fubftitute Supported; but there is VOL. III. K no need of change: fuprofed is, founded on fuppofition, made by conjecture. For For flander lives upon fucceffion; * For ever hous'd, where it once gets poffeffion. 4 E. Ant. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet, Pretty and witty, wild, and, yet too, gentle; To her will we to dinner. Get you home, For there's the house: that chain will I beftow, I'll knock elfewhere, to fee if they'll difdain me. E. Ant. Do fo; this jest shall cost me fome expence. Luc. SCENE II. [Exeunt. The House of Antipholis of Ephefus. A Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? 131 Then for her wealth's fake ufe her with more kindnefs; Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your falfe love with fome fhew of blindness : Let not my fifter read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own fhame's orator; An Hufband's Office? Shall, Antipholis, Ev'n in the Spring of Love, thy lo-ve-Springs rot? Shall love in Buildings grow fo ruinate?] This Paffage has hitherto labour'd under a double Corruption. What Conceit could our Editors have of Love in Buildings growing ruinate? Our Poet meant no more than this. Shall thy Love-fprings rot, even in the Spring of Love? and fhall thy Love grow ruinous, ev'n while 'tis but building up? The next Corruption is by an acci Then, |