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'I know,' quoth he, ‘no house, no wife, no mis

tress :

So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bear home upon my shoulders ;
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him

home. Dro. E. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's sake, send some other messenger.

Adr. Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across. Dro. E. And he will bless that cross with other

beating : Between you I shall have a holy head. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy master

home. Dro. E. Am I so round with you, as you with me, That like a football you do spurn me thus ? You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.

[Exit. Luc. Fie, how impatience lowereth in your face !

Adr. His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek ? then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull ? barren my wit ?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard.
Do their gay vestments his affections bait ?
That's not my fault; he's master of my state.
What ruins are in me, that can be found

SHAK

11.

By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed fair 2
A sunny look of his would soon repair :
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,
And feeds from home: poor I am but his stale.3

Luc. Self-harming jealousy !-fie, beat it hence.
Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dis -

pense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;
Or else, what lets 4 it but he would be here?
Sister, you know, he promised me a chain ;-
Would that alone alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed !
I see, the jewel, best enamelled,
Will lose his beauty; and though gold ’bides still
That others touch, yet often touching will
Wear gold : and no man, that hath a name,
But falshood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
Luc. How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

The same.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Ant. S. The gold, I gave to Dromio, is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful slave

i Alteration of features. 3 Stalking-horse.

2 Fair, for fairness. 4 Hinders.

Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out.
By computation, and mine host's report,
I could not speak with Dromio, since at first
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.

Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. How now, sir ? is your merry humor alter'd ? As you love strokes, so jest with me again. You know no Centaur ? you received no gold ? Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner ? My house was at the Phoenix ? Wast thou mad, That thus so madly thou didst answer me? Dro. S. What answer, sir ? when spake I such a

word ? Ant. S. Even now, even here, not half an hour

since. Dro. S. I did not see you since you sent me

hence, Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

Ant. S. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt ; And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; For which, I hope, thou felt’st I was displeased.

Dro. S. I am glad to see you in this merry vein. What means this jest ? I pray you, master, tell me. Ant. S. Yea, dost thou jeer, and flout me in the

teeth ? Think’st thou, I jest ? Hold, take thou that, and that.

[beating him. Dro. S. Hold, sir, for God's sake : now your jest

is earnest : Upon what bargain do you give it me?

Ant. S. Because that I familiarly sometimes
Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,
Your sauciness will jest upon my love,
And make a common of my serious hours.1 .
When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make

sport,
But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
If you will jest with me, know my aspect,2
And fashion your demeanor to my looks,
Or I will beat this method in your sconce.

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 ensconce it too ; 3 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.
Ant. S. Shall I tell you why?

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? When, in the why and the wherefore is neither

rhyme nor reason ?Well, sir, I thank you.

1 Intrude on them when you please. 2 Study my countenance. 3 A sconce was a petty fortification.

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?
Dro. S. Basting.
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 choleric, 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 choleric.

Ant. S. By what rule, sir ?

Dro. S. Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself.

Ant. S. Let's hear it.

Dro. S. There's no time for a man to recover his 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 periwig, 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 ?

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