S.Dro. Hold, Sir, for God's fake, now your jeft is earneft; Upon what bargain do you give it me? Ant. Because that I familiarly fometimes wafts us yonder? S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? fo you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head; an you ufe thefe bows long, I muft get a fconce for my head, and infconce it too, or else i fhall feek my wit in my fhoulders; but 1 pray, Slr, why am I beaten ? Ant. Doft thou not know? S. Dro. Nothing, Sir, but that I am beaten. Ant. Shall I tell you why? S. Dro. Ay, Sir, and wherefore; for they say, every why hath a wherefore. Ant. Why firft, for flouting me; and then wherefore, for urging it the fecond time to me. S. Dro. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of fealon, When in the why and wherefore is neither rhime nor reafon? Well, Sir, I thank yon. Ant. Thank me, Sir, for what? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, for this fomething that you gave me for nothing. Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for fomething. But fay, Sir, is it dinner-time? S. Dro. No, Sir; I think the meat wants that I have. Ant. In good time, Sir, what's that? S. Dro. Bafting. Ant. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry. S. Dro. If it be, Sir, I pray you, eat not of it. Ant. Your reafon ? S. Dro. Left it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry bafting. Ant. Well, Sir, learn to jest in good time; there's a time for all things. S. Dro. I durft have deny'd that, before you were to cholerick. Ant. By what rule, Sir? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself. Ant. Let's hear it. S. Dro. There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature. Ant. May he not do it by fine and recovery? S. Dre. SCENE V. Enter Adriana and Luciana. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look ftrange and frown; Some other mistress hath some sweet aspects, I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou unurg'd wouldst vow, That never touch well welcome to thy hand, Am better than thy dear felf 's better part. E S. Dro Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the loft hair of another man Ant. Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair, being, as it is, fo plentiful an excrement? S. Dro. Because it is a bleffing that he beftows on beafts; and what he hath fcanted them in hair, he hath given them in wit. Ant Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. S. Dro. Not a man of thofe but he hath the wit to lofe his hair. Ant. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. S. Dro. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft; yet he lofeth it in a kind of jollity. Ant. For what reason ? S. Dro. For two, and found ones too. Ant. Nay, not found ones, I pray you. Ant. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing. Ant. Name them. 3. Dro. The one to fave the money that he fpends in tyring; the other, that at dinner they fhould not drop in his porridge. Ant. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things. S. Dro. Marry, and did, Sir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature. Ant. But your reafon was not fubftantial, why there is no time to recover. S. Dro Thus I mend it: Tine himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers. Ant. 1 knew 'twould be a bald conclufion. For For know, my love, as eafie may'ft thou fall As take from me thy felf, and not me too. I know thou would'ft; and therefore fee thou do it. Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed; Ant. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not: As ftrange unto your town as to your talk *. Luc. Fie, brother, how the world is chang'd with you! When were you wont to use my fifter thus ? She fent for you by Dromio home to dinner. Ant. By Dromio? S. Dro. By me? Adr. By thee; and thus thou didst return from him, That he did buffet thee, and in his blows Deny'd my houfe for his, me for his wife. Ant. Did you converfe, Sir, with this gentlewoman? What is the courfe and drift of your compact? S. Dro. I, Sir? I never faw her 'till this time. Ant. Villain, thou lieft; for even her very words as to your talk. Who, ev y word by all my wit being feann'd, Lus. Fie, brother, &c. 1 The Comedy of Errors. Didit thou deliver to me on the mart. S. Dro. I never spake with her in all my life. Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Which all for want of pruning, with intrufion, 97 Ant. To me the speaks; the moves me for her theam What, was I marry'd to her in my dream; Or fleep I now, and think I hear all this? I'll entertain the favour'd fallacy. Luc. Dromio, go bid the fervants spread for dinner Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, To put the finger in the eye, and weep, Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn. ..... fervants fpread for dinner. S. Dro. Oh for my beads! I crofs me for a finner. We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish fprights; They'll fuck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. Dromio, thou Drónio, fnail, thou flug, thou fot? S. Dro. I am transformed, mafter, am I not? S Dro. Nay, matter, both in mind and in my shape. S. Dro. No; I am an ape, Luc. If thou art chang'd to ought, 'tis to an afs. S. Dre. 'Tis true, the rides me, and I long for grafs. 'Tis fo, I am an afs; elle it could never be, But I should know her as well as fhe knows me. A. Come, come, & VOL. II. Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate; Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate? ACT III. SCENE I. Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephefus, Angelo, and Balthazar. E. Ant. My wife is fhrewith when I keep not hours; Ood Signior Angelo, you must excufe us; Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop And that to-morrow you will bring it home. Thou drunkard thou, what didit thou mean by this ? * E. Dio. Marry, doth it fo appear By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear? * ... d'dft thou mean by this? E Dre. Say what you will, Sr but I know what I know, E. Ant. I think, St. E. Ant. |