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Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could
Aut. S. What's her name?
Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink ! quarters, that is, an ell and three quarters, will
Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from
Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland ? Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks ; I found it your sight.
out by the hogs. Ant. S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on ani, s, Where Scotland ? night.
Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard, in Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so. the palm of the hand. Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.
Ant. S. Where Frunce ? Luc.
That's my sister. Dro. S. In her forehead ; arm'd and reverted, Ant. S.
No; making war against her hair. It is thyself, mine own self's better part ;
Ani, S. Where England ?
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be. France and it.
.Int. S. Where America, the Indies ?
0, soft, sir, hold you still ; Dro. S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellish'd I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will. vrith rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their
[Erit Luciana. rich aspect' to the hot breath of Spain; who sent Enter, from the house of Antipholus of Ephesus, Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands ?
whole armadıs of carracks to be ballast at her nose. Dromio of Syracuse.
Dro. S. 0, sir, I did not look so low. To conAnt. S. Why, how now, Dromio? where runn'st clude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; thou so fast?
call d me Dromio ; swore, I was assur'd' to her; Dro. S. Do you know me, sir ? am I Dromio ? am told me what privy marks I had about me, as the I pour man? am I myself?
mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran thou art thyself.
from her as a witch: and, I think, if my breast had Dro. S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and pot been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she besides myself.
had transform'd me to a curtail-dog, and made me Anl. S. What woman's man? and how besides turn i'the wheel. thyself?
Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently, post to the road; Dro. S. Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to And if the wind blow any way from shore, a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, I will not harbour in this town to-night. one that will have me.
If any bark put forth, come to the mart, Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee?
Where I will svalk, till thou return to me. Dro. S. Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay If every one know us, and we know none, to your horse ; and she would have me as a beast: 'Tis time, I think, to irudge, pack, and be gone. not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but
Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life, that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim So fly I from her that would be my wife. (Exit.
Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit here; Ant. S. What is she?
And therefore, 'tis high time that I were hence. Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one She, that doth call me husband, even my soul as a man may not speak of, without he gay, sir Doth for a wise abhor: but her fair sister, reverence: I have but lean luck in the match, and Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace, yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
of such enchanting presence and discourse, Ant. S. How dost thou mean,' a fat marriage ? Hath almost made me traitor to mysell : Dro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong, all grease ; and I know
not what use to put her to, I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song. but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by
Enter Angelo. her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow
them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives Ang. Master Antipholus ?
Ang. I know it well," sir : Lo, here is the chain; Ant. $. What complexion is she of?
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine : Dro. S. Swart, 2 like my shoe, but her face no- The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. thing like so clean kept; For why ? she sweats, a. Ant. S. What is your will, that I shall do with man may go over shoes in the grime of it.
this? Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. Ang. What please yourself, sir ; I have made
(1) i.e. Confounded, (2) Svarthy:
(5) A turn-spit
it for you.
Ant. S. Made it for me, sir? I bespoke it not. Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourAng. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you
Ant. E. No; bear it with you, lest I come not Go home with it, and please your wife withal;
time enough. And soon at supper-time I'll visit you,
Ang. Well, sir, I will: Have you the chain about And then receive my money for the chain. Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now;
Ant. £. An if I have not, sir, I hope you have; For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more. Or else you may return without your money. Ang. You are a merry man, sir ; fare you well. Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the
chain : Ant. S. What I should think of this, I cannot tell; Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman, But this I think, there's no man is so vain, And I, to blame, have held him here too long. That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
Ani. E. Good lord, you use this dalliance to I see, a man here needs not live by shifts, When in the strcets he meets such golden gists. Your breach of promise to the Porcupine: I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay; I should have chid you for not bringing it, If any ship put out, then straight away. (Exit. But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawi.
Mer. The hour steals on ; I pray you, sir, des
patch. Ang. You hear, how he importunes me; the
chain ACT IV.
Ant. E. Why give it to my wife, and fetch your SCENE I. The same. Enter a Merchant, An
money. gelo, and an Officer.
Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you
even now; Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is due, Either send the chain, or send me by some token. And since I have not much importun'd you; Ant. E. Fie! now you run this humour out of Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
breath: To Persia, and want guilders' for my voyage: Come, where's the chain? I pray you let me see it. Therefore make present satisfaction,
Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance ; Or I'll attach you by this officer.
Good sir, say, whe'r you'll answer me, or no; Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you, If not, I'll leave him to the officer. Is growing? to me by Antipholus :
Ant. E. I answer you! What should I answer And, in the instant that I met with you,
you? He had of me a chain ; at five o'clock,
Ang. The money, that you owe me for the chain. I shall receive the money for the same:
Ani. E. I owe you none, till I receive the chain. Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house, Ang. You know, I gave it you half an hour since. I will discharge my bond, and thank you too. Ani. E. You gave me none; you wrong me much
to say so. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, and Dromio of Ephesus.
Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
Consider, how it stands upon my credit. off. That labour may you save; see where he
Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
Off. I do; and charge you in the duke's name, Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go
to obey me. thou
Ang. This touches me in reputation :And buy a rope's end ; that will I bestow Either consent to pay this sum for me, Among my wife and her confederates,
Or I attach you by this officer. For locking me out of my doors by day.
Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had ! But soft, I see the goldsmith :-get thee gone; Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st. Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me.
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, oificer; Dro. E. I buy a thousand pound a vear! I buy I would not spare my brother in this case, a rope!
(Exit Dromio. If he should scorn me so apparently. Ant. E. A man is well holp up, that trusts to 0.jf. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit. you:
Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee bail :I promised your presence, and the chain;
But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me:
As all the metal in your shop will answer. Belike, you thought our love would last too long, Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, If it were chain’d together; and therefore came not. 1o your notorious shame, I doubt it not. Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note,
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat; The fineness of the gold, and chargesul fashion ; Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum, Which doth amount to three odd ducats more That stays but till her owner comes aboard, Than I stand debted to this gentleman;
And then, sir, bears away: our fraughtage, sir, I pray you, see him presen!ly discharg'd, I have convey'd aboard ; and I have bought For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it. The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ. Ant. E. I am not furnish'd with the present The ship is in her trim; the merry wind money ;
Blows fair from land: 'they stay for nought at all, Besides, I have some business in the town: But for their owner, master, and yourself. Good signior, take the stranger to my house, Ant. E. How now? a madman! Why thou And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
peevish sheep, Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof;
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me? Perchance, I will: be there as soon as you. Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire wastage.'
(1) A coin. (2) Accruing. (3) I shall. (4) Freight, cargo. (5) Silly. (6) Carriage.
Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a One, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; rope;
A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; And told thee to what purpose and what end. A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;" Dro. S. You sent me, sir, for a rope's end as A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that coun
termands You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands ; Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot And teach your ears to listen with more heed.
well; To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight :
One that, before the judgment, carries poor souls Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
to hell. That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
Adr. Why, man, what is the matter ? There is a purse of ducats : let her send it; Dro. S. I do not know the matter : he is 'rested Tell her, L'am arrested in the street,
on the case. And that sball bail me: hie thee, slave; be gone. Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose suit. On, oficer, to prison till it come.
Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested, (Ereunt Mer. Ang. Off. and Ant. E. well; Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where he din'd, But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
can I tell : She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the moThither I must, although against my will,
ney in the desk? For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Ex. Adr. Go felch it, sister.—This I wonder at,
(Exit Luciana. SCENE II.-The same. Enter Adriana and That he, unknown to me, should be in debt : Luciana.
Tell me, was he arrested on a band ?" Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so ?
Dro. $. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring? That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?
Adr. What, the chain ? Look'd he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily ? Dro. S. No, no, the bell: 'lis time, that I were What observation mad'st thou in this case,
gone. of his heart's meteors tilting in his face ?" It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes
Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear, spite.
Dro. $. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. a'turns back for very fear. Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost he were.
thou reason! Luc. Then pleaded I for you.
Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more Adr. And what said he ?
than he's worth to season. Luc. That love I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me. Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say, Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy That time comes stealing on by night and day? love?
If he be in debl, and thest, and a sergeant in the way, Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day'}
Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it
straight; Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; And bring thy master home immediately.My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. Come, sister; I am press'd down with conceit ;' He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,?
Conceit, my comfort, and my injury. (Exeunt. IIl-fac’d, worse-bodied, shapeless every where ; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
SCENE III.—The sanie. Enter Antipholus of Stigmatical in making,' worse in mind.
Syracuse. Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one ? Ant. $. There's not a man I meety but doth No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
salute me Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I say, As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And yet would herein others' eyes were worse : And every one doth call me by my name.
Some offer me commodities to buy :
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me, Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse; sweet And, therewithal, took measure of my body. now, make haste.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles, Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here. Dro. S.
By running fast. Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. Iro. S. No, he's in tartar limbo, worse than hell: Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for: A devil in an everlasting garment hath him, What, have you got the picture of old Adam new
apparell'd ? (1) An allusion to the redness of the northern lights likened to the appearance of armies. (5) The officers in those days were clad in buff, (2) Dry, withered.
which is also a cant expression for a man's skin. 3) Marked by nature with deformity.
(6) Hell was the cant term for prison. (4) Who crieth most wbere ber nest is not. (7) i. e. Bond. (8) Fanciful conception.,
Ant. S. What gold is this ? what Adam dost| Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock : Mistress, thou mean?
that you know (Exeunt Ant, and Dro. Dro. S. Nol that Adam, that kept the paradise, Cour. Now, out of doubi, Antipholus is mad, but that Adam, that keeps the prison: he ihat goes Else would he never so demean himself: in the call's-skin that was kill'd for the prodigal; A ring he hath of mine, worth forty ducats, he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, And for the same he promis'd me a chain ! and bid you forsake your liberty.
Both one, and other, he denies me now. Ant. $. I understand thec not.
The reason that I gather he is mad, Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went (Besides this present instance of his rage,) like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, or his own doors being shut against his entrance. and 'rests them: he, sir, that takes pity on decayed Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fils, men, and gives them suits of durance, he that sets On purpose shut the doors against his way. up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than My way is now, to hie home to his house, a morris-pike.
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he, My ring away: This course I fittesi choose į that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his For foriy ducats is too much to lose. (Exit. band:
: one that thinks a man always going to bed, SCENE IV.–The same. Enter Antipholus of and says, God give you good rest. Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is
Ephesus, and an Officer. there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?
Anl. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break away; Dro. $. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for. and then were you hindered by the sergeant, 10 My wife is in a wayward moud to-day; tarry for the hoy, Delay: Herc are the angels that And will not lightly trust the messenger, you sent for, to deliver you.
That I should be attach'd in Ephesus : Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am l;
I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.And here we wander in illusions ;
Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a rope's end. Some blessed power deliver us from hence !
Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money, En!er a Courtezan.
How now, sir ? have you that I sent you for? Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus. Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now;
them all. Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day?
Ant. E. But where's the money? Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope. not!
Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope ? Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?
Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate. Ant, S. It is the devil.
Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam;
home? and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir ; and to that end and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God am I return’d. damn me, that's as much as to say, God make me Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome a light wench. It is written, they appear to men you.
[Bealing him. like angels of light: light is an effect of fire, and off. Good sir, be patient. fire will burn ; ergo, light wenches will burn; Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am Come not near her.
in adversity, Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, Off. Good now, hold thy tongue. sir.
Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here. hands.
Dro. S. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat, Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain! bespeak a long spoon.
Dro. E. I would were senseless, sir, that I Ant. S. Why, Dromio ?
might not feel your blows. Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, Anl. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, that must eat with the devil.
and so is an ass. Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tellist thou me Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed ; you may prove it of supping ?
by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress :
of nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone. hands for my service, but blows: when I am cold, Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at he heats me with beating: when I am warm, he dinner,
cools me with beating : I am waked with it, when Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd; I sleep; raised with it, when I sit; driven out of And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you. doors with it, when I go from home; welcomed Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's home with it, when I return: nay, I bear it on my nail,
shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from A nut, a cherry-stone : but she, more covetous, door to door. Would have a chain. Master, be wise; and if you give it her,
Enter Adriana, Luciana, and the Courtezan, with The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it.
Pinch, and others. Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain ; Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.
yonder. Ant. $. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go
(1) Correct them all.
Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your I know it by their pale and deadly looks : end; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Be- They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. w are the rope's end.
Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ? [Beats him. to-day, Cour. How say you now? is not your husband And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? mad?
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. Adr. His incivility confirms no less.
Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold; Good doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out. Establish him in his true sense again,
Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak’st false in And I will please you what you will demand.
both. Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! Ant. E. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all; Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstasy! And art confederate with a damned pack, Pinch. Give me your hand, and iet me feel your To make a loathsome abject scorn of me: pulse.
But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes, Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your That would behold in me this shameful sport.
[Pinch and his assistants bind Ant. and Dro. Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this Adr. O, bind him, bind him, let him not come
man, To yield possession to my holy prayers,
Pinch. More company ;-the fiend is strong And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight;
within him. I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he Ani. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace;
Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul! gaoler, thou, Ant. E. You minion you, are these your cus- I am thy prisoner; wilt thou suffer them tomers ?
To make a rescue? Did this companion' with a saffron face
Masters, let him go; Revel and feast it at my house lo-day,
He is my prisoner, and you shảil not have him. Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, Pinch, Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too. And I denied to enter in my house?
Adr. What wilt thou do, ihou peevishsollicer Adr. O, husband, God doth know, you din'd at Hast thou delight to see a wretched man home,
Do outrage and displeasure to himself ? Where 'would you had remain'd until this time, Ojf. He is my prisoner; if I let him go, Free from these slanders, and this open shame! The debt he owes will be requir'd of me. Ant. E. I din'd at home! Thou villain, what Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I go from thee: say'st thou ?
Bear me sorthwith unto his creditor, Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd shut out?
Home to my house. -0 most unhappy day! Dro. E. Perdy,? your doors were lock'd, and Ant. E. Ó most unhappy strumpet ! you shut out.
Dro. E. Master, I am here enter'd in bond for Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there?
you. Dro. E. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. Ant. E. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost Ant. E. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt,
thou mad me? and scorn me ?
Dro. E. Will you be bound for nothing ? be mad, Dro. E. Certes, she did ; the kitchen-vestal Good master; cry, the devil. scorn'd you.
Luc. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk. Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from thence? Adr. Go, bear him hence.-Sister, go you with Dro. E. In verity you did ;—my bones bear witness,
(E.re. Pinch and assistants, with Ant. and Dro. That since have felt the vigour of his rage. Say now, whose suit is he arrested at ?
Adr. Is't good to sooth him in these contraries ? Off. One Angelo, a goldsmith; Do you know him? Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, Adr. I know the man: What is the sum he owes? And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. off. Two hundred ducats. Ani. E. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to Adr.
Say, how grows it due? arrest me.
Off. Due for a chain, your husband had of him. Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, Adr. He did bespeak ́a chain for me, but had it By_Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
not, Dro. E. Money by me? heart and good-will Cour. When as your husband, all in rage, to-day you might,
Came to my house, and took away my ring,
Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it :-
witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope !
drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse. Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is pos- Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. sess'd;
Adr. And come with naked swords ; let's call
more help, (1) Fellow. (2) A corruption of the French oath-par dieu. (5) Foolish. Without a fable. (4) Certainly.
(6) Unbappy for unlucky, i. e, mischievous.