Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Here comes the almanac of my true date.-1 late: The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; The meat is cold, because you come not home; 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,-sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last, To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper ;— Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humor now: 1 Because they were both born in the same hour. If I return, I shall be post indeed; For she will score your fault upon my pate. Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock, And strike home without a messenger. you Ant. S. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season: Reserve them for a merrier hour than this. Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? Dro. E. To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me. Ant. S. Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness, And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge. the mart Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner : 1 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 1 of yours, That stands on tricks when I am undisposed. 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, 1 Head. Perchance, you will not bear them patiently. Ant. S. Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, hast thou? Dro. E. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the She that doth fast till you come home to dinner, face, Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. [strikes Dromio E. Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands: Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, The villain is o'er-raught 1 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; Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, And many such like liberties of sin : If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave: I greatly fear, my money is not safe. 2 [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. A public 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, Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? Are masters to their females, and their lords: Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed. Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear some sway. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Adr. How if your husband start some other where ? Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. Patience, unmoved, no marvel though she They can be meek, that have no other cause. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Luc. Well, I will marry one day, but to try.Here comes your man; now is your husband nigh. Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand? Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness. 1 Is quiet. |