Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus; And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die:- Gaol. I will, my Lord. Aege. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Aegeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end. SCENE II. A publick Place. [Exeunt. Enter ANTIPHOLUS and DROMIO of Syracuse, and a Merchant. Mer. Therefore, give out, you are of Epidam num, Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. Is apprehended for arrival here; And, not being able to buy out his life, There is your money that I had to keep. Ant. S. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host, And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee. Dro. S. Many a man would take you at your word, And go indeed, having so good a mean." [Exit DRO. S. Ant. S. A trusty villain, Sir; that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. What, will you walk with me about the town, And then go to my inn, and dine with me? Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants, And wander up and down, to view the city. content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get.. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus. - Here comes the almanack of my true date. soon? Dro. E. Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late: The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; The meat is cold, because you come not home; You come not home, because you have no sto mach; You have no stomach, having broke your fast; But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Are penitent for your default to-day. Ant. S. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray; Where have you left the money that I gave you? Dro. E. 0, six-pence, that I had o'Wedneslay last, To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper; Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: I from my mistress come to you in post; For she will score your fault upon my pate. clock, And strike you home without a messenger. these jests are out of season; Reserve them till a merrier hour than this: Dro. E. To me Sir? why you gave no gril to me. Ant. S. Come on, Sir knave, have done your foolishness, And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. Dro. E. My charge was but to fetch you from the mart Home to your house, the Phoenix, Sir, to dinner; My mistress, and her sister, stay for you. Ant S. Now, as I am a christian, answer me, In what safe place you have bestow'd my money; Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours, That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd: Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me? Dro. E. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, Dro. E. Your Worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix: She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. Dro. E. What mean you, Sir? for God's sake, hold your hands; Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take my heels. [Exit DROMIO. E. Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, The villain is o'er-raught of all my money. They say, this town is full of cozenage; As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye, Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, Soul-killing witches that deform the body; [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. A publick place. Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return'd, That in such haste I sent to seek his master! Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock. Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him. And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Good sister, let us dine, and never fret: A man is master of his liberty: Time is their master; and, when they see time, Luc. Because their business still lies out o' door. Adr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. Luc. O, know, he is the bridle of your will. Adr. There's none, but asses, will be bridled so. Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe. |