That never meat sweet-favour'd in thy taste,

Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd.
How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it,
That thou art thus eftranged from thyself?
Thyfelf I call it, being strange to me.
That, undividable, incorporate,

Am better than thy dear felf's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me:
For know, my love, as easy may'ft thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulph,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,

As take from me thyself, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Should't thou but hear I were licentious?
And that this body, confecrate to thee,
By ruffian luft fhould be contaminate?
Would'ft thou not fpit at me, and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
And tear the ftain'd skin of my harlot-brow,
And from my falfe hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?

I know thou can'ft; and therefore fee thou do it,
I am poffefs'd with an adulterate blot;
My blood is mingled with the crime of luft:

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.
S. Dro. Certain ones then.

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;
I live diftain'd, thou undifhonoured.

Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know
In Ephefas I am but two hours old,

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†,
But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Come, I will faften on this fleeve of thine;
“ Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine:
"Whose weakness, marry'd to thy ftronger state,
"Makes me with thy ftrength to communicate;
"If aught poffefs thee from me, it is drofs,
Ufurping ivy, briar, or idle mofs;

"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,
Wants wit in all one word to understand,

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 ?
What error drives our eyes and ears amifs?
Until I know this fure uncertainty,

I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy.

Luc. Dromio, go bid the fervants fpread for dinner*.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye, and weep,

Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn.
Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate;
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day,
And fhrive you of a thousand idle pranks;
Sirrah, if any afk you for your mafter,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter :
Come, fifter; Dromio, play the porter well.

Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking, mad or well advis'd ?
Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd ?
I'll fay as they say, and perfever fo;
And in this mist at all adventures go.

S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate ?
Adr. Ay, let none enter, left I break your pate.
Luc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late.
[Exeunt.

--spread for dinner.

S. Dr. Oh, for my beads! I crofs me for a finner.
This is the Fairy land: oh. fpight of fpights!
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish fprights;
If we obey them not, this will enfue,

They'll fuck our breath, and pinch us black and blue.
Luc. Why prat'it thou to thyself, and anfwer'ft not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou fnail, thou fing, thou fot!
S. Dro. I am transformed. Maiter, am not I?
Ant. I think thou art in mind, and fo am I.

S. Dro. Nay, Mafter, both in mind and in my shape.
Ant. Thou haft thine own form.

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
To fee the making of her carkanet;
And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villain, that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him;
And charg'd him with a thoufand marks in gold;
And that I did deny my wife and house:

Thou drunkard, thou, what didft thou mean by this* ?
I think thou art an afs.

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,
You would keep from my heels, and beware of an afs.
E. Ant. Y'are fad, Signior Balthazar. Pray God,

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.
E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but

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
Thou would't have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name

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?
S. Dro. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou haft answer'd

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.