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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.
But here must end the story of

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,
Left 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 hoft,
And stay there, Dremio, 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,
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And then return, and seep 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.

[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 the inn, and dine with me?

Mer. Jam 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 afterward consort


till bed-time: My present business calls me from you now.

Ant. Farewel till then; I will go lose myself,
And wandet up and down to view the city.
Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content.

[Exit Merchant,
Ant. He that commends me to my 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 toe

late :
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 ihe meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;


You come not home, because


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

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

mistress’ crupper

? 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 :
I from my mistress come to you in poft;
If I return, I shall be poft indeed;
For she will score


upon my pate.
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; 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 ;
My mistress and her sister stay for you.

Ant. Now, as I ain a Christian answer me,
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of your's,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos’d :
Where are the thousand marks thou hadít of me?

E. Dro. I have some marks of your's 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.
Ant. Thy mistress' marks; what mistress, slave, haft

thou ?

E. Dro. Your Worship's wife, my mistress at the

She that doth fast till you come home to dinner;
And prays


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.

[Exit Dromio.
Ant. Upon my life, by fome device or other,
The villain is o’er-wrought of all my money.
They say, this town is full of cozenage ;
As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye;
Drug-working forcerers that change the mind;
Soul-killing witches that deform the body;
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,

such like libertines of fin :
If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this lave :
I greatly fear my money is not safe.


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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,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner :
Good lifter, 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 came; if so, be patient, fifter. -

Ådr. Why should their liberty than ours be more ?
Luc. Because their business still lies out a-door.
Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
Luc. Oh, know, he is the bridle of your will,

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