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But ere they came
ne-Oh, let me say no more ! Gather the sequel by that went before.
Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off so; For we may pity, tho' not pardon thee.
Ægeon. Oh, had the gods done fo, I had not now Worthily term’d thun merciless to us. For ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues, We were encountered by a mighty rock; Which being violuntly borne upon, Our helpless ship was splitted in the midst : So that, in this unjust divorce of us, Fortune had left to both of us alike What to delight in, what to sorrow for. Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened With leffer weight, but not with lesser woe, Was carry'd with more speed before the wind, And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought. At length, another ship had seiz'd on us; And knowing whom it was their hap to save, Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests; And would have reft the fishers of their prey, Had not their bark been very low of sail ; And therefore homeward did they bend their course.Thus have you heard me sever'd from my That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd, To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
Duke. And, for the fakes of them thou sorrow'st for, Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall’n of them, and thee, till now.
Ægeon. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, At eighteen years, became inquisitive After his brother; and importun'd me, That his attendant (for his case was like, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name) Might bear him company in quest of him : Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see, I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd. Five summers have I spent in fartheft Greece, Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, And coasting homeward, came to Ephesus : Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unfought,
Or that, or any place that harbours men.
my life; And happy were I in my timely death, Could all my travels warrant me they live.
Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have mark'd To bear th' extremity of dire mishap; Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, (Which princes, would they, may not disannul); Against my crown, my cath, my dignity, My soul should sue as advocate for thee. But, tho' thou art adjudged to the death, And passed sentence may not be recallid, But to our honour's great disparagement; Yet will I favour thee in what I can; I therefore, merchant, limit thee this day, To seek thy life by beneficial help : Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus, Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum, And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die. Jailor, take him to thy custody.
[Exeunt Duke, and train, Jail. I will, my Lord.
Ægeon. Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end,
[Exeunt Ægeon and Jailor. S C Ε Ν Ε ΙΙ. Changes to the street. Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Merchant, and Dromio.
Mer. Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft,
And then return, and seep within mine inn;
Dro. Many a man would take you at your word,
Mer. Jam invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
till bed-time: My present business calls me from you now.
Ant. Farewel till then; I will go lose myself,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
You come not home, because
have no ftomach :
Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir ; tell me this, I pray, Where you have left the money that I gave you ?
E. Dro. Oh,-fixpence that I had a Wednesday last, Το pay the saddler for
? The saddler 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'it thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?
E. Dro. I pray you, jest, Sir, as you sit at dinner :
upon my pate.
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; Anti!! hice how the bait dispoş'd thy charge ?
E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you from the
Home to your house, the Phænix, Sir, to dinner ;
Ant. Now, as I ain a Christian answer me,
E. Dro. I have some marks of your's upon my pate ;
E. Dro. Your Worship's wife, my mistress at the
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. E. Dro. What mean you, Sir? for God's sake hold
your hands; Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take my heels.
such like libertines of fin :
Adr. Either my husband, nor the slave return'd,
That in such hafte I fent to seek his master! Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Luc. Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,
Ådr. Why should their liberty than ours be more ?