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'll let us
Ant. E. Do you
you in, I hope ? Luce. I thought to have ask'd you. Dro. S.
And you said, no. Dro. E. So, come, help ; well struck ; there was
blow for blow.
Can you tell for whose sake ?
Let him knock till it ake.
door down. 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
1 Have part.
Dro. E. They stand at the door, master ; bid
them welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we
cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your gar
ments were thin. 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.1 Ant. E. Go, fetch me something : I'll break ope
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
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
crow. Dro. E. A crow without feather; master, mean
1 Over-reached by foul and secret practices. A proverbial expression,
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a
feather; If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow to
gether. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone : fetch me an iron
Bal. Have patience, sir : 0, let it not be so;
offer to break in,
when For slander lives
succession; For ever housed where it gets possession.
you are dead :
1 Once for all.
3 Made fast, barred.
Ant. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart in
Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot
A husband's office ? shall, Antipholus,
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous ?
· Young plants or shoots of love.
If you did wed
sister for her wealth, Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more
kindness : Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth ; Muffle
false love with some show of blind
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator ; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger :
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
What simple thief brags of his own attaint ? 'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed,
And let her read it in thy looks at board : Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed ;
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word. Alas, poor women! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit,1 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.
I know not,
· Being made altogether of credulity.
? Light of tongue.