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That very hour, and in the felf-fame inn,
A poor mean woman was delivered
Of such a burden, male-twins bath alike :
Thok, for their parents were exceeding poor,
I bought, and brought up to attend my fons.
My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,
Made daily motions for our home-return;
Unwilling, I agreed ; ałas, too foon,
We came aboard.
A league from Epidamnum had we failid,
Before the always-wind-obeying deep
Gave any tragic instance of our harm;
But longer did we not retain much hope:
For what obscured light the heav'ns did grant,
Did but çonvey unto our fearful minds.
A doubtful warrant of immediate death;
Which, tho' myself would gladly have embracid,
Yet the incessant weeping of my wife,
Weeping before, for what the law must come;
And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,
That mourn'd for fashion, ign'rant what to fear,
Forc'd me to feek delays for them and me :
And this it was; for other means were none.
The failors fonght for fafety by our boat,
And left the ship, then finking-ripe, to us;
My wife, more careful for the elder-born,
Had faffen'd hivi unto a small space mast,
Such as fea-faring men provide for ftorms ;
To him one of the other twins was bound,
Whilft I had been like heedful of the other.
The children thus dispos’d, my wife and I,
Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt,
Fasten'd ourselves at either end the maft;
And floating straight, obedient to the stream,
Were carry'd towartis Corintb, as we thought.
At length the fun, gazing upon the earth,
Dispers'd those vapours that offended us ;
And, by the benefit of his wifh'd light,
The seas wax'd calm ; and we discovered
Two ships from far inaking amain to us,
Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus thiss
But ere they came.. oh, let me fay no more!
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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
And happy were I in my timely death,
Could all


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.
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Mercbant, and Dromio..

Mer. Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day, a Syracufan merchant.
Is apprehended for arrival here ;
And, not being able to buy out his life;.
According to the statute of the town,
Diès-ere the weary fun set in the west :
There is your money, that I had to keep.

Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft,
And stay there, Dromio, 'till I come to thee :
Within this hour it will be dinner-time;
'Till that I'll view the manners of the town,


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And then return and sleep within mine inn; 3071
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.

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,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit:
I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,
Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And afterward consort with you 'till bed-time :
My present business calls me from you now.

Ant. Farewel 'till then; I will go lofe myself,
And wander


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,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water,
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself..

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Here comes the almanack of my true date.
What now ? how chance, thou art return'd fo foon

E. Dro. Return'd so faon! rather approach's too late :
The capon burns; the pig falls from the spit;
The clock has ftrucken twelve upon the bell ;
My mistress made it one upon my

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;
You have no ftomach, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what’tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.

Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray,
Where you have left the money that I gave you?

E. Dro. Oh, -fix-pence, that I had a Wednesday laft,
To pay the sadler for my mistress'crupper?
The fádler had it, Sir; I kept it not.

Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now;
Tell me and dally not, where is the money?
We being strangers here, how dar'ft thou truft
So great a charge from thine own custody?
Ē. Dro. I pray you, jeft, Şir, as you fit at dinner
mistress come to


in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed;
For she will score


upon my pate :
Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock;
And strike you home without a messenger.
Ant. Come, Dromio, come, these jefts are out of

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

Home to your houfe, the Phænix, Sir, to dinners
My mistress and her fifter stay for you.

Ant. Now, as
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money :

em a christian, answer me,
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd:
Where are the thousand marks thou liadft of me?

E: Dro. I have fome marks of yours upon my pate;
Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders ;
But not a thousand marks between you both.
If I Thould pay your worship those again,
Perhaps, you will not bear them patiently.
Ant. Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, llave, halt:
thon ?

2, Dro.

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