E. Ant. Y'are fad, Signior Balthazar. Pray God our

cheer

May anfwer my good will, and your good welcome.
But foft; my door is lockt; go bid them let us in.
E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marion, Cicely, Gillian!
S. Dro. [Within.] Mome, malt-horfe, capon,coxcomb,
idiot, patch,

Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch :
Doft thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'ft for fuch store,
When one is one too many? go, get thee from the door t.

* and your good welcome.

Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your welcome dear. E. Ant. Ah Signior Balibazar, either at fleth or fish,

A table full of welcome makes fcarce one dainty dish.

Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every churl affords.

E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.
Bal. Small cheer, and good welcome makes a merry feaft.
E.. Ant. Ay. to a niggardly hoft, and more fparing guest:
But tho' my cates be mean, take them in good part

Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.]
But foft; my door is lockt, &c.

E. Dre. What patch is made our porter? my master ftays in the street.

S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, left he catch cold

on's feet.

E. Ant. Who talks within there? ho1. open the door.

8. Dre. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore, E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to day. S. Dro. Nor to-day here you must not: come again when you may. E. Ant. What art thou that keep'ft me out from the houfe I owe? S. Dre. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dromie. E. Dro. O villain, thou has ftol'n both mine office and my name. The on: ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame?

If thou hadit been Dromio to day in my place,

Thou would't have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for

an afs.

Luce. [Within.] What a coile is there, Dremio? who are thofe at

the gate?

E. Dro. Let my mafter in, Lure.

Luce. 'Faith, no; he comes too late;

And fo tell your mager.

E Dro. O Lord, I muft laugh;

Have at you with a Proverb. Shall I fet in my staff!

Lue Have at you with another; that's when? can you tell?

S. Dre. if thy name be called Lure, Luce, thou haft aniwer'd

him well.

E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion, you'll let us in, I hope
Luce. I thought to have askt you.

S, Dre. And you faid, no.

I 2

Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door that keeps all

this noife?

S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.

E. Ant. Are you there, wife? you might have come before.

Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go get you from the gate t.
E. Ant. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow.
Bal. Have patience, Sir: oh, let it not be thus.
Herein you war against your reputation,

And draw within the compafs of fufpect
Th'unviolated honcur of your wife.

Once, this; your long experience of her wisdom,
Her fober virtue, years and modefty,

Plead on her part fome caufe to you unknown;
And doubt not, Sir, but he will well excufe

E. Dre. So, come, help, well ftruck; there was blow for blow.
E At Thou baggage, let me in.

Luce. Can you tell for whofe fake?

E. Dro. Maiter, knock the door hrd.
Luce. Let him knock 'til it ake.

E. Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
Adr. Within.] Who is that, &c.

go get you from the gate.

E. Dro If you went in pain, mafter, this knave would go fore.
Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome; we would fain
have either.

Bil. in debating which was beft, we shall part with neither.
E. Dr. They ftand at the door, mafter; bid them welcome
hither.

E. Ant. here's fomething in the wind that we cannot get in.
E. Dro. You would fay fo, mafter, if your garments were thin.
Your cake here is warm within: you stand here in the cold.
It would make a man as mad as buck to be fo bought and fold.
E Ant. Go fetch me fomething, I'll break ope the gate.
" S. Dro Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's pate.
E. Do A man inay break a word with you, Sir, and words are
but wind;

Ay and break it in your face. fo he break it not behind.

S. Dro. It feems thou wanteft breaking; out upon thee, hind.
E. Dr. Here's too much out upon thee; I pray thee, let me in.

S Dra. Ay. when fowls have no feathers. and fish have no fin.
E Ant. Well, I'll break in; go borrow me a crow.
E. Dro. A cow without feather, matter, mean you fo?
For a fish without a fin. there's a fowl without a feather:
If a crow help us in, firrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
E. Ant. Go, get thee gone, ..

Why

Why at this time the doors are barr'd against you.
Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,
And let us to the Tyger all to dinner,
And about evening come your felf alone,
To know the reafon of this ftrange restraint.
If by ftrong hand you offer to break in
Now in the ftirring paffage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that fuppofed by the common rout,
Againft your yet ungalled estimation,
That may with foul intrufion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead:
For flander lives upon fucceffion,

For ever hous'd where it once gets poffeffion.

E. Ant. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
And in defpight of wrath mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent difcourfe,
Pretty and witty, wild, and yet too, gentle;
There will we dine: this woman that I mean,
My wife (but I proteft without defert)
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
To her will we to dinner. Get you home,
And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made;
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine ;

For there's the houfe: that chain I will beftow,
(Be it for nothing but to fpight my wife,)
Upon mine hostess there.

Good Sir, make hafte :
Since my own doors refufe to entertain me,

I'll knock elsewhere, to fee if they'll difdain me.
Ang. I'll meet you at that place, fome hour, Sir, hence,
E. Ant. Do fo; this jeft fhall coft me fome expence.

[Exeunt SCENE II. The House of Antipholis of Ephefus. Enter Luciana, with Antipholis of Syracufe.

Luc. And may it be, that you have quite forgot
A hufband's office? fhall, Antipbolis, hate
Ev'n in the spring of love, thy love-fprings rot?
Shall love, in building, grow fo ruinate?

If you did wed my fifter for her wealth,

Then for her wealth's-fake ufe her with more kindnefe;

Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth,
Muffle your falfe love with fome fhew of blindness;
Let not my fifter read it in your eye;

Be not thy tongue thy own fname's crator;
Look fweet, fpeak fair; become difloyalty:
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, tho' your heart be tainted
Teach fin the carriage of a holy Saint;
Be fecret falfe: what need fhe be acquainted?
What fimple 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) that you love us;
Tho' others have the arm, fhew us the fleeve:
We in your motion turn, and you may move us.
Then, gentle brother, get you in again;

Comfort my fifter, chear her, call her wife :

'Tis holy fport, to be a little vain,

When the fweet breath of flattery conquers ftri e.

S. Ant. Sweet mistress; what your name is elfe I know Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine:

Lefs in your knowledge and your grace you fhow not

Then our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
Lay open to my earthy grofs conceit,
Smother'd in errors, feeble, fhallow, weak,

The foulded meaning of your words deceit ;
Against my foul's pure truth why labour you,
To make it wander in an unknown field?
Are you a God? would you create me new ?
Transform me then, and to your pow'r I’il yield.
But if that I am I, then well I know

Your weeping fifter is no wife of mine,

Nor to her bed a homage do I owe ;

Far more, far more to you do I decline:

Oh, train me not, fweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy fifter's flood of tears;

[not,

Sing, Siren, for thy felf, and I will dote;
Spread o'er the filver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lye :
And in that glorious fuppofition think
He gains by death that hath fuch means to die;
Let love, being light, be drowned if the fink.
Luc. What, are you mad that you do reason fo?
S. Ant. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
Luc. It is a fault that fpringeth from your eye.

S. Ant. For gazing on your beams, fair fun, being by. Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear your fight.

S. Ant. As good to wink, fweet love, as look on night.
Luc. Why call you me love? call my fifter so.
S. Ant. Thy fifter's sister.

Luc. That's my fifter.

S. Ant. No;

It is thyself, mine own felf's better part :

Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,
My fole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
Luc. All this my fifter is, or elfe should be.
S. Ant. Call thy felf fifter, fweet, for I mean thee:
Thee wi!! I love, and with thee lead my life."
Thou haft no husband yet, nor I no wife ;

Give me thy hand.

you

ftill;

[Exit Luc.

Luc. Oh, foft, Sir, hold
I'll fetch my fifter, to get her good will.
SCENE III. Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

S. Ant. Why, how now, Dromio, where runn'ft thou fo fast?

S. Dro. Do you know me, Sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I my felf?

S. Ant. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thy felf.

S. Dro. I am an ass, I am a woman's man and befides my felf.

S. Ant. A woman's man? and how befides thy felf?
S. Dro. Marry, Sir, befides myfelf, I am due to a wo-

man;