Ant. S. Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. Dro. S. Certain ones then. Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a common of my serious hours. Dro. S. Sconce, call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head: an you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and insconce it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But, I pray sir, why am I beaten? Ant. S. Dost thou not know? Dro. S. Nothing, sir; but that I am beaten. Dro. S. Ay, sir, and wherefore; for, they say, every why hath a wherefore. Ant. S. Why, first, -for flouting me; and then, wherefore, For urging it the second time to me. Dro. S. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season? Ant. S. Name them. Dro. S. The one, to save the money that he spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge. Ant. S. You would all this time have proved, there is no time for all things. Dro. S. Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover hair lost by nature. Ant. S. But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to recover. Dro. S. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore, to the world's end, will have bald followers. Ant. S. I knew, 'twould be a bald conclusion: But soft! who wafts us yonder? Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange, and frown; Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. When, in the why, and the wherefore, is neither The time was once, when thou unurg'd would'st vow rhyme nor reason? Well, sir, I thank you. Ant. S. Thank me, sir? for what? Dro. S. Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing. Ant. S. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for something. But, say, sir, is it dinnertime? Dro. S. No, sir; I think, the meat wants that I have. Ant. S. In good time, sir, what's that? Ant. S. Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. Dro. S. If it be, sir, I pray you eat none of it. Ant. S. Your reason? Dro. S. Lest it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry basting. Ant. S. Well, sir, learn to jest in good time; There's a time for all things. Dro. S. I durst have denied that, before you were so cholerick. Ant. S. By what rule, sir? That never words were musick to thine ear, As take from me thyself, and not me too. Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain | And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow, bald pate of father Time himself. Ant. S. Let's hear it. And from my false hand cut the wedding ring, And break it with a deep-divorcing vow? Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover his I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it. hair, that grows bald by nature. Ant. S. May he not do it by fine and recovery? Dro. S. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the lost hair of another man. Ant. S. Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement? Dro. S. Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts: and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath given them in wit. Ant. S. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. Dro. S. Not a man of those, but he hath the wit to lose his hair. Ant. S. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. Dro. S. The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity. Ant. S. For what reason? Dro. S. For two; and sound ones too. I am possess'd with an adulterate blot; Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not : In Ephesus I am but two hours old, Luc. Fye, brother! how the world is chang'd with you: When were you wont to use my sister thus? She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. S. By Dromio? That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows What is the course and drift of your compact? Didst thou deliver to me on the mart. Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. names. Unless it be by inspiration? Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion This is the fairy land;- O, spite of spites - not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot! Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form. grass. 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for her Come, sister: What, was I married to her in my dream? What error drives our eyes and ears amiss? I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter. - Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate? Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. [Exeunt. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours: And that to-morrow you will bring it home. I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass, May answer my good will, and your good welcome here. Dro. S. [Within.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch! Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch : Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store, When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door. Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street. Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on's feet. Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open the door. Dro. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore. Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have not din'd to-day. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come again, when you may. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from the house I owe? Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio. Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office and my name; The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass. Luce. [Within.] What a coil is there! Dromio, Faith no; he comes too late ; And so tell our master. Dro. E. ! ;་ O Lord, I must laugh; Have at you with a proverb. Shall I set in my staff? you. Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in. Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town? Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps all this noise? Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys. Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have come before. Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the door. Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with neither. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold. Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope the gate. Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's pate. Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir; and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out upon thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin. Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a Bal. Have patience, sir, O, let it not be so; Your long experience of her wisdom, For ever hous'd, where it once gets possession. And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry. Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? shall, Antipholus, hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness: Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Muffle your false love with some show of blind- Give me thy hand. ness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Being compact of credit, that you love us; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve; We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then, gentle brother, get you in again; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain, When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, I know not, Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,) Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show not, Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy gross conceit. Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Far more, far more, to you do I decline. Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, Lur. It is a fault that springeth from your eye. Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say, sir-reverence: I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage? Dro. S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Ant. S. What complexion is she of? Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. Dro. S. No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it. hip to hip she is spherical, like a globe; I could | If every one knows us, and we know none, : find out countries in her. Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland? Dro. S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs. Ant. S. Where Scotland? 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and be gone. Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness; hard, in She, that doth call me husband, even my soul the palm of the hand. Ant. S. Where France? Doth for a wife abhor: but her fair sister, Dro. S. In her forehead; armed and reverted, Of such enchanting presence and discourse, making war against her hair. Ant. S. Where England? Dro. S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Ant. S. Where Spain? Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in her breath. Ant. S. Where America, the Indies? Dro. S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadas of carracks to be ballast at her nose. Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently, post to the road; [Exit. Hath almost made me traitor to myself: Ang. Master Antipholus? Ang. I know it well, sir, Lo, here is the chain Ang. What please yourself, sir; I have made it SCENE I. The same. ACT IV. Enter a Merchant, ANGELO, and an Officer. Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you, And, in the instant that I met with you, I shall receive the money for the same: a rope! And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and DROMIO of I pray you, see him presently discharg'd, |