Duke. Sland'ring a Prince deserves it.
Her, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you reftore. Joy to you, Mariana! love her, Angelo:
I have confefs'd her, and I know her virtue. Thanks, good friend Efcalus, for thy much goodness: There's more behind that is more gratulate. Thanks, Provoft, for thy care and fecrefie ; We fhall imploy thee in a worthier place : Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home The head of Ragozine for Claudio's; Th' offence pardons it felf. Dear Ifabel, I have a motion much imports your good, Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine: So bring us to our palace, where we'll show What's yet behind that's meet you all should know.
SALINUS, Duke of Ephefus. EGZON, a Merchant of Syracufe. ANTIPHOLIS of Ephefus, ANTIPHOLIS of Syracufe,
DROMIO of Ephefus,
Twin Brothers, and Sons to Ægeon and Æmilia, but unknown to each other.
Twin Brothers, and Slaves to the
DROMIO of Syracufe, two Antipholis's. BALTHAZAR, a Merchant.
ANGELO, a Goldsmith.
A Merchant, Friend to Antipholis of Syracufe. Dr. PINCH, a Schoolmafter, and a Conjurer.
geon, an Abbess at Ephefus.
ADRIANA, Wife to Antipholis of Ephefus. LUCIANA, Sifter to Adriana.
LUCE, Servant to Adriana.
Failor, Officers, and other Attendants.
The Plot taken from the Menæchmi of Plautus.
ACT I. SCENE I. Enter the Duke of Ephefus, Ægeon, Jailor, and other
ROCEED, Salinus, to procure my fall, And by the doom of death end woes and all. Duke. Merchant of Syracufa, plead no
I am not partial to infringe our laws: The enmity and difcord which of late
Sprung from the ranc'rous outrage of your Duke, To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen, (Who wanting gilders to redeem their lives, Have feal'd his rigorous ftatutes with their bloods) Excludes all pity from our threatning looks. For, fince the mortal and inteftine jars 'Twixt thy feditious countrymen and us, It hath in folemn fynods been decreed, Both by the Syracufans and our felves, T'admit no traffick to our adverfe towns. Nay, more; if any born at Ephefus Be feen at Syracufan marts and fairs, Again, if any Syracufan born Come to the bay of Ephefus, he dies; His goods confifcate to the Duke's difpofe, Unless a thoufand marks be levied
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