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So I were sure he left his heart at home!
SCENE II. The Mart.
Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE, R.
Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE, L.
word ? Ant. of Syr. Ev'n now, ev'n here; not half an hour
since. Dro. of Syr. I did not see you since you sent me hence Home, to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
ent. of Syr. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt, And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner ; For which, I hope, thou felt'st, I was displeased.
Dro. of Syr. (L.) I'm glad to see you in this merry vein; What means this jest, I pray you, master, tell me? Ant. of Syr. (R.) What, dost thou jeer, and fout me in
the teeth ? Think'st thou I jest ? there, take thou that, and that!
[Beats Dromio to R. Dro. of Syr. (R.) Hold, sir, for Heaven's sake!—now
your jest is earnest Upon what bargain do you give it me?
Ant. of Syr. (L.) Because that I familiarly, sometimes, Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a common of my serious hours. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport,
But creep in crannies, when he hides his beams.
Dro. of Syr. I pray, sir, why am I beaten?
got. Ant. of Syr. What's that? Dro. of Syr. Why, basting, sir. Ant. of Syr. No more, thou knave! for see, who wafts
us yonder. This way they haste, and, by their gestires, seem To point ont me-what shoald they mean, I trow ?
[Dromio crosses behind to lo Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA, R. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look strange and frown, Some other mistress hath some sweeter aspect : I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou, unurged, would'st vow, That never words were music to thine ear, That never object pleasing in thine eye, That never touch were welcome to thine hand, That never food well savour'd to the taste, Unless I spake, or look’d, or touch'd, or carved. How comes it now, my husband, oh! how comes it, That thou art thus estranged to thyself? Thyself, I call it, being strange to meOh, do not tear thyself away from me! For know, my love, as easy may'st thou fall A drop of water in the breaking gulf, And take unmingled thence that drop again, As take from me thyself. Ant. of Syr. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you
not; In Ephesus, I am but two hours old, As strange unto your town, as to your talk.
Luc. Fie, brother ! how the world is changed with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus ? She sent for you by Dromio, home to dinner.
Ant. of Syr. By Dromio ?
Adr. By thee, and thus thou didst return from hin,
woman ? Dro. of Syr. I, sir ? I never saw her till this moment ! An of Syr. Villain, thou liest! for even her very
words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Dro. of Syr. I never spoke with her in all my life.
[Dromio crosses behind to R. Ant. of Syr. How can she then thus call us by our
Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity,
she moves me for her themeWhat, was I married to her in my sleep? Or sleep I now, and dream I hear all this? What error thus deceives our eyes and ears ? Yet, that the mystery I may explore, I'll seem to entertain the fallacy.
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye, and weep,
(Exit, with Luciana and Antipholis, R.
END OF ACT 11.
SCENE I.-A Street, with the house of Antipholis.
Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF EPHESUS, DROMIO OF Ephesus, and
ANGELO, R.-(Dromio crosses behind to L.] Ant. of Eph. Good Siguor Angelo, you must excuse us ; My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours. Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop, To see the making of her bracelet, 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
what I know. That you beat me at the Mart, I have the marks to witness. Ant. of Eph. (l. c.) Silence, thou sot, or I shall sober
Dro. of Eph. (Rings.] Oh, he's a little soberer, and he does know his own house now !
Ant. of Eph. Will they not hear ?
Dro. of Eph. In good truth, I think they will not. My mistress, sure, means to be quits with you, master-you denied her a while ago, and now she's determined to deny you.
Ant. of Eph. Have done, thou varlet! Call to them; bid them let us in.
Dro. of Eph. Maud ! Bridget! Marian ! Cicely! Gillian! Madge !
Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Mome, Malt-horse, Capon, Coxcomb, Idiot, Patch!-Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store, when one is one too many ? -Go, get thee from the gate !
Dro. of Eph. What patch is made our porter ? -My master stays in the street.
Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold in his feet.
Ant. of Eph. Who talks within there ?-Hoa! open the door!
Dro. of Syr. [Within.] Right, sir-I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore.
Ant. of Eph. What art thou, there, that keep'st me from mine own house ?
Dro.of Syr. [Within.] The porter, sir, and my name is Dromio.
Dro. of Eph. O villain, thou hast stole both mine office, and my naine!
Brid. (Within.) Why, what a coil is there !-Dromio, who are those at the door ?
Dro. of Eph. Let my master in, Bridget.