Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know this sure uncertainty,

I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner. DRO. S. O for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. This is the fairy land. O spite of spites!

We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites;
If we obey them not, this will ensue-

They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.

Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot?

DRO. S. I am transformed, master, am not I?
ANT. S. I think thou art in mind, and so am I.

DRO. S. Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
ANT. S. Thou hast thine own form.

DRO. S.

No, I am an ape.

Luc. If thou art changed to aught 'tis to an ass.

DRO. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.

'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be

But I should know her as well as she knows me.

ADR. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate :
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister; Dromio, play the porter well.

ANT. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well advised?

I'll say as they say, and perséver so,

And in this mist at all adventures go.

DRO. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate?

ADR. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.

Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late!

[Exeunt.]

EVE'S MIRROR.

JOHN MILTON.

HAT day I oft remember, when from sleep

THA

I first awaked, and found myself reposed

Under a shade of flow'rs. Not distant far a murm'ring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread

Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved
Pure as the expanse of Heav'n.

I thither went

On the green bank, to look into the clear,
Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite

A shape within the wat'ry gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me. I started back.

It started back; but pleased I soon returned..
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love. There I had fixed
Mine eyes till now, had not a voice

Thus warned me: "What there thou seest,
Fair creature, is thyself; with thee it came
And goes.
But follow me and I will bring
Thee where no shadow stays thy coming."

*

*

*

*

* What could I do

But follow straight invisibly thus led?

Till I espied thee, Adam, fair and tall,
Under a platane; yet methought less fair,

Than that smooth, watery image. Back I turned:
Thou following criedst aloud, "Return, fair Eve;
Whom fly'st thou? Whom thou fly'st of him thou art;
Part of my soul, I seek thee and thee claim,
My other half." With that thy gentle hand
Seized mine. I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelled by manly grace

And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

DORCAS AND GREGORY.

MOLIÈRE.

SCENE 1.

REGORY. I tell you no! I won't comply, and it's my business to talk and command.

DORCAS. And I tell you, you shall conform to my will, and that I was not married to you to suffer your ill-humors!

GREG. Oh, the intolerable fatigue of matrimony! Aristotle never said a better thing in his life than when he told us that a wife is worse than a fiend.

DOR.

Hear the learned gentleman, with his Aristotle !

GREG. And a learned man I am, too; find me out a maker of fagots that's able, like myself, to reason upon things, or that can boast such an education as mine.

DOR. An education!

GREG. Ay, a regular education; first, at a school where I learned to read; then, with a gentleman at Oxford, where I learned very near as much as my teacher; from whence I attended a travelingphysician six years, under the facetious denomination of a Merry Andrew, where I learned physic.

DOR. O that thou hadst followed him still! Alas, alas! the

I'll say as they say, and perséver so,

And in this mist at all adventures go.

DRO. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
ADR. Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late!

[Exeunt.]

EVE'S MIRROR.

JOHN MILTON.

`HAT day I oft remember, when from sleep

THAT

I first awaked, and found myself reposed

Under a shade of flow'rs. Not distant far a murm'ring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread

Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved
Pure as the expanse of Heav'n.

I thither went

On the green bank, to look into the clear,
Smooth lake, that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite

A shape within the wat'ry gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me. I started back.

It started back; but pleased I soon returned..
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love. There I had fixed
Mine eyes till now, had not a voice

Thus warned me: "What there thou seest,
Fair creature, is thyself; with thee it came
And goes.
But follow me and I will bring
Thee where no shadow stays thy coming."
* * * * * What could I do
But follow straight invisibly thus led?
Till I espied thee, Adam, fair and tall,
Under a platane; yet methought less fair,

Than that smooth, watery image. Back I turned:
Thou following criedst aloud, "Return, fair Eve;
Whom fly'st thou? Whom thou fly'st of him thou art;
Part of my soul, I seek thee and thee claim,
My other half." With that thy gentle hand
Seized mine. I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelled by manly grace
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.

DORCAS AND GREGORY.

MOLIÈRE.

SCENE 1.

GREGORY. I tell you no!

I won't comply, and it's my busi

ness to talk and command. DORCAS. And I tell you, you shall conform to my will, and that I was not married to you to suffer your ill-humors!

GREG. Oh, the intolerable fatigue of matrimony! Aristotle never said a better thing in his life than when he told us that a wife is worse than a fiend.

DOR.

Hear the learned gentleman, with his Aristotle !

GREG. And a learned man I am, too; find me out a maker of fagots that's able, like myself, to reason upon things, or that can boast such an education as mine.

DOR. An education!

GREG. Ay, a regular education; first, at a school where I learned to read; then, with a gentleman at Oxford, where I learned very near as much as my teacher; from whence I attended a travelingphysician six years, under the facetious denomination of a Merry Andrew, where I learned physic.

DOR. O that thou hadst followed him still! Alas, alas! the