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That very hour, and in the felf-fame inn,
Gather the sequel by that went before.
Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off fo; For we may pity, tho' not pardon thee.
Ægeon. Oh, had the Gods done so, I had not now Worthily term'd them merciless to us ; For ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues, We were encountred by a mighty rock; Which being violently borne upon, Our helpless hip was splitted in the midst : So that, in this unjust divorce of us, Fortune had teft to both of us alike What to delight in, what to forrow for. Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened With leffer weight, but not with lesser woe, Was carry'd with more speed before the wind, And in our fight they three were taken up By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought. At length, another ship had seiz’d on us ; And knowing whom it was their hap to save, Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreckt guests; And would have reft the fishers of their prey, Had not their bark been very flow of sail ; And therefore homeward did they bend their course. Thus have
heard me sever'd from my bliss ; That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd, To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
Duke. And, for the fakes of them thou sorrow'ft for, Do me the favour to dilate at full What hath befall’n of them, and thee 'till now.
Ægeon. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, At eighteen years became inquifitive After his brother; and importun'd me That his attendant, (for his case was like, Reft of his brother, but retain’d his name,) Might bear him company in quest of him : Whom whilft I labour'd of a love to see, I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd. Five summers have I spent in farthest Greece, Roaming clean through the bounds of Afa, And coasting homeward, came to Ephesus. Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unfought Or that, or any place that harbours men.
But here must end the story of my lifes
travels warrant me they live. Duke. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have markt To bear th' extremity of dire milhap; Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, (Which Princes, would they, may not disannul ;) Against my crown, my oath, my dignity, My soul thould sue as advocate for thee. But, tho? thou art adjudged to the death, And paffed sentence may not be recalld, But to our honour's great disparagement ;; Yet will I favour thee in what I can; I therefore, merchant, limit thee this day, To seek thy life by beneficial help: Try all the friends thou baft in Ephesus, Beg thou, or borrow, to make
the sum, And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die. Jailor, take him to thy, cuftody.
(Exeunt Duke, and Train. Jail. I will, my Lord:
Ægron. Hopeless and helpless, doth Ægeon wend, But: to procrastinate his livelefs end!
[Exeunt Ægeon, and Jailor.
S. CE N E II:.
Changes to the Street.
Mer. Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft,
Peruse the tradens, gaze upon the buildings, DT
Dro. Many a man would take you at your word, And indeed, having so good a means. [Exit Dromio. Ant. A trusty villain, Sir, that
very 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 the inn, and dine with me?
Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Ant. Farewel 'till then; I will go lofe myself,
and down to view the city. Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content:
[Exit Merchant. SCENE III.
Ant. He that commends me to my own content,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
E. Dro. Return'd so faon! rather approach's too late :
cheek ; She is so hot, because the meat is cold; The meat is cold, because you come not bome i
I from my
You come not home, because you have no stomach;
Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray,
E. Dro. Oh, -fix-pence, that I had a Wednesday laft,
Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now;
upon my pate :
season : Referve them till å merrier hour than this : Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
E. Dro. To me, Sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
Ant. Come on, Sir knave, have done your foolishness; And tell me, how thou haft dispos'd thy charge? E. Dro. My charge was, but to fetch you from the
Ant. Now, as
em a christian, answer me,
E: Dro. I have fome marks of yours upon my pate;