That never meat sweet-favour'd in thy taste, Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd. Am better than thy dear felf's better part. As take from me thyself, and not me too. I know thou can'ft; and therefore fee thou do it, S. Dro. For two, and found ones too. Ant. Nay, not found, I pray you. S. Dro. Sure ones then. Ant. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing. Ant. Name them. S. Dro The one to fave the money that he fpends in tyring; 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 loft 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 followers. Aut. I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion: but, foft! who wafts ■s yonder? SCENE, &c. For if we two be one, and thou play false, I do digeft the poison of thy flesh, Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know As ftrange unto your town as to your talk *. you not: Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd with When were you wont to use my fifter thus ? She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. By Dromio? S. Dro. By me? [you! Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee; and in his blows Deny'd my houfe for his, me for his wife. Ant. Did you converse, Sir, with this gentlewoman ? What is the course and drift of your compact? S. Dro. I, Sir, I never faw her till this time. Ant. Villain, thou lyeft; for even her Didft thou deliver to me on the mart. very words S. Dro. I never spoke with her in all my life. Ant. How can fhe thus then call us by our names, Unless it be by inspiration? Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, To counterfeit thus grofsly with your flave, Abetting him to thwart me in my mood? Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt†, "Who, all for want of pruning, with intrufion "Infect thy fap, and live on thy confufion. as to your talk. Who, every word by all my wit being feann'd, Luc. Fie, brother, &c. + Exempt for eftranged. Ant. To me the speaks; the moves me for her theme; What, was I marry'd to her in my dream? Or fleep I now, and think I hear all this ? I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go bid the fervants fpread for dinner*. Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn. Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate ? --spread for dinner. S. Dr. Oh, for my beads! I crofs me for a finner. They'll fuck our breath, and pinch us black and blue. S. Dro. Nay, Mafter, both in mind and in my shape. S. Dro. No; I am an ape. Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an afs. S. Dro. 'Tis true; the rides me, and I long for grafs. 'Tis fo, I am an afs; elfe it could never be, But would know her, as well as he knows me.. Adr. Come, come, &c. A C T III. SCENE I. The Street before Antipholis's house. Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephefus, Angelo, and Balthazar. E. Ant. My wife is fhrewith when I keep not G Ood Signior Angelo, you muft excufe us; [hours; Say, that I linger'd with you at your fhop Thou drunkard, thou, what didft thou mean by this* ? E. Dro. Marry, fo it doth appear By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear; I fhould kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pafs, our cheer May anfwer my good-will, and your good welcome here t -mean by this? E. Dro. Say what you will, Sir; but I know what I know; That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show; If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink, Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think. E. Ant. I think, &c. Bal. I hold your daintics cheap, Sir, and your welcome dear. E. Ant. Ah, Signior Balthazar, either at Heh or fish, A table-fall of welcome makes fearce one d-inty difn. Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every churl affords. words. Fal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry feaft. E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoft, and more fparing ghed: But though my cates be mean, take then in good-pat; Ietty cheer may you have, Lut not with better helst. Bet, feft, &c. But, foft; my door is lock'd; go bid them let us in. E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn! S. Dro. [Within.] Mome, malt-horfe, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch! Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch: Doft thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'ft for fuch ftore, When one is one too many? go, get thee from the door*. get thee from the door. * E. Dro. What patch is made our perter? my master stays in the fireet. S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, left he catch cold on's feet. 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 must not come again when you may. E. Ant. What art thou that keep'ft me out from the houfe I owe? S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dremio. E. Dro. O villain, thou haft stol'n both mine office and my name: The one ne'er got me credit the other mickle blame. my place, If thou had't been Dromio to-day in for an afs. Luce. [Within.] What a coile is there, Dromio? who are thofe E. Dio. 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? [at the gate! Luce. Have at you with another; that's when can you tell? him well. F. Ant. Do you hear, you minion; you'll let us in, I trow? Luce. I thought to have ask'd you. S. Dro. And you faid, No. E. Dro. So, come, help, well ftruck; there was blow for blow. E. Ant. Thou baggage, let me in. Luce. Can you tell for whofe fake? - E. Dro. Mafter knock the door hard. Luce. Let him knock till it ake. E Ant. You'il cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down. Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of flocks in the town? Aar [Within ] Who is that, &c. |