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The shipwreck of ÆGEON and ÆMILIA.

"EGE. My wife, more careful for the latter-born,
Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast,
Such as seafaring men provide for storms:
To him one of the other twins was bound,
Whilst I had been like heedful of the other.
The children thus disposed, my wife and I,
Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd,
Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;
And floating straight, obedient to the stream,
Were carried towards Corinth, as we thought.

We were encounter'd by a mighty rock;
Which being violently borne upon,
Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst.

Her part, poor soul! seeming as burden'd
With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe,
Was carried with more speed before the wind.”

ACT I. S. 1.


ANTIPHOLUS taking leave of his father, going with
DROMIO to search for his brother.

"EGE. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care,
At eighteen years became inquisitive
After his brother; and importuned 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 loved."

ACT I. S. 1.


The marriage of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus with
ADRIANA, at the desire of the Duke.


Whom I made lord of me and all I had, At your important letters."

ACT V. S. 1.


ÆGEON arriving at Ephesus.

"If any Saracusan born

Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose;
Unless a thousand marks be levied,

To quit the penalty and ransom him.
Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,
Cannot amount unto a hundred marks;
Therefore by law thou art condemn'd to die."

ACT I. S. 1.


ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse accosted by ADRIANA and LUCIANA.

"AD. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown. Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects:

I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.



Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not. Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus?

AD. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine.

Thou art an elm, my husband; I a vine.

ANT. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme. What, was I married to her in my dream?

Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?

What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know this sure uncertainty,

I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.

DRO. This is the fairy land:-O spite of spites!—
We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites:
If we obey them not, this will ensue—

They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.

AD. Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate."

ACT II. S. 2.

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