SCENE V. Enter Adriana, and Luciana. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath some sweet afpects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldft vow, That never touch well welcome to thy hand, Am better than thy dear felf's better part. As take from me thyself, and not me too. Ant. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things. S. Dro. Marry, and did, fir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature. S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and, therefore, to the world's end, will have bald followers. And from my falfe hand cut the wedding-ring, I know, thou would'ft; and therefore, fee, thou do it. My blood is mingled with the crime of luft: For if we two be one, and thou play false, Being ftrumpeted by thy contagion. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; I live unftain'd, thou undishonoured. Ant. 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 chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus? She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. By Dromio? S. Dro. By me? Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee, and in his blows Deny'd my house for his, me for his wife. Ant. Did you converse, fir, with this gentlewoman ? S. Dro. I, fir? I never faw her 'till this time. Didft thou deliver to me on the mart. very words S. Dro. I never spake with her in all my life. Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, 11114 as to your talk. Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd, Luc. Fie, brother, &c. Be Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, Which all for want of pruning, with intrufion, Ant. To me fhe speaks; she moves me for her theme; Or fleep I now, and think I hear all this? What error drives our eyes and ears amifs? I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go, bid the fervants fpread for dinner.* Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to scorn. Sirrah, if any ask 3 ----- fervants fpread for dinner. S. Dro. O for my beads! I crofs me for a finner. This is the fairy land: o fpite of fpites! We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprights; If we obey them not, this will enfue, They'll fuck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. Dromio, thou Dromio, fnail, thou flug, thou fot? S. Dro. I am transformed, mafter, am I not? Ant. I think, thou art in mind, and fo am I. S. Dro. Nay, mafter, both in mind and in my fhape.. S. Dro. No; I am an ape. Luc. If thou art chang'd to ought, 'tis to an afs. S. Dro. "Tis true, the rides me, and I long for grass.. 'Tis fo, I am an afs; elfe it could never be, But I should know her as well as fhe knows. me. Adr. Come, come, &c. Say, Say, he dines forth, and let 110 creature enter: Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? And in this mift at all adventures, go. S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate? ACT III. SCENE I. The Street before Antipholis's House. Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephefus, Angelo, Go and Balthazar. E. ANTIPHOLIS. OOD fignior Angelo, you must excuse us; And that to-morrow you will bring it home. Thou drunkard thou, what didft thou mean by this?a didst thou mean by this? E. Dro. Say what you will, fir, but I know what I know, E. Ant. I think, &c. E. Dro. E. Dro. Marry, doth it fo appear By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear? I should kick being kick'd; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an afs. E. Ant. Y'are fad, fignior Balthazar. Pray god, our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome. But, foft; my door is lock'd; go, bid them let us in. E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian! S. Dro. [within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch, Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch: and your good welcome. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, fir, and your welcome dear. E. Ant. Ah fignior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table-full of welcome makes scarce one dainty difh. Bal. Good meat, fir, is common; that every churl affords. E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and good welcome, makes a merry feast. E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoft, and more fparing gueft: But though my cates be mean, take them in good part; get thee from the door. E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my mafter stays in the street. E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the door. S. Dro. Right, fir, 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. S. Dro. The porter for this time, fir, and my name is Dromio. 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 ; If thou hadft been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass. E. Dro. Let my mafter in, Luce. Luce. 'Faith, no; he comes too late; And fo tell your mafter. E. Dro. Ó lord, I muft laugh; Have at you with a proverb: Shall I fet in my staff? Luce. Have at you with another; that's, when? can you tell? S. Dro. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou haft answer'd him well. S. Ant. Do you hear, you minion, you'll let us in, I hope? Luce. I thought to have afk'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. VOL. I. Eee Luce, |