45Ant. S.Why, first,—for flouting me; and then, wherefore,—For urging it the second time to me.Dro. S.Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?Well, sir, I thank you.50Ant. S.Thank me, sir! for what?Dro. S.Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.Ant. S.I’ll make you amendsnext, togive you nothing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?55Dro. S.No, sir: I think the meat wants that I have.Ant. S.In good time, sir; what’s that?Dro. S.Basting.Ant. S.Well, sir, then ’twill be dry.Dro. S.If it be, sir, I pray you, eatnoneof it.60Ant. S.Your reason?Dro. S.Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry basting.Ant. S.Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there’s a time for all things.65Dro. S.I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.Ant. S.By what rule, sir?Dro. S.Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself.70Ant. S.Let’s hear it.Dro. S.There’s no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature.Ant. S.May he not do it by fine and recovery?Dro. S.Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover75the lost hair of another man.Ant. S.Why is Time such a niggard ofhair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement?Dro. S.Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts: and what he hath scantedmenin hair, he hath80given them in wit.Ant. S.Why, but there’s many a man hath more hair than wit.Dro. S.Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.85Ant. S.Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.Dro. S.The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.Ant. S.For what reason?90Dro. S.For two; and sound ones too.Ant. S.Nay, notsound, I pray you.Dro. S.Sure ones, then.Ant. S.Nay, not sure, in a thingfalsing.Dro. S.Certain ones, then.95Ant. S.Name them.Dro. S.The one, to save the money that he spends intrimming; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge.Ant. S.You would all this time have proved there is100no time for all things.Dro. S.Marry, and did, sir; namely,no timeto recover hair lost by nature.Ant. S.But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to recover.105Dro. S.Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world’s end will have bald followers.Ant. S.I knew ’twould be a bald conclusion:But, soft! who wafts us yonder?EnterAdrianaandLuciana.Adr.Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:110Some other mistress haththysweet aspects;I amnot Adriana northy wife.The time was once when thouunurgedwouldst vowThat never words were music to thine ear,That never object pleasing in thine eye,115That never touch well welcome to thy hand,That never meat sweet-savour’d in thy taste,Unless I spake,or look’d, ortouch’d, or carvedto thee.How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,That thou artthenestranged from thyself?120Thyself I call it, being strange to me,That, undividable, incorporate,Am better than thy dear self’s better part.Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall125A drop of water in the breaking gulf,And take unmingled thence that drop again,Without addition or diminishing,As take from me thyself, and not me too.How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,130Shouldst thoubuthear I were licentious,And that this body, consecrate to thee,By ruffian lust should be contaminate!Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me,And hurl the name of husband in my face,135And tear the stain’d skinoffmy harlot-brow,And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?I know thoucanst; and therefore see thou do it.I am possess’d with an adulterate blot;140My blood is mingled with thecrimeof lust:For if we two be one, and thou play false,I do digest the poison ofthyflesh,Being strumpeted by thycontagion.Keep, then, fair league and truce with thy true bed;145I livedistain’d, thouundishonoured.Ant. S.Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:In Ephesus I am but two hours old,As strange unto your town as to your talk;Who, every word by all my wit being scann’d,150Wantswit in all one word to understand.Luc.Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!When were you wont to use my sister thus?She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.Ant. S.By Dromio?155Dro. S.By me?Adr.By thee; andthisthou didst return from him,That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,Denied my house for his, me for his wife.Ant. S.Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?160What is the course and drift of your compact?Dro. S.I, sir? I never saw her till this time.Ant. S.Villain, thou liest; for even her very wordsDidst thou deliver to me on the mart.Dro. S.I never spake with her in all my life.165Ant. S.How can she thus, then, call us by our names,Unless it be by inspiration.Adr.How ill agrees it withyourgravityTo counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!170Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,Whose weakness, married to thystrongerstate,175Makes me with thy strength to communicate:If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusionInfect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.180Ant. S.To me she speaks; shemovesme for her theme:What, was I married to her in my dream?Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?What errordrivesour eyes and ears amiss?Until I know thissure uncertainty,185I’ll entertain theoffer’dfallacy.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!Wetalkwithgoblins, owls, and sprites:190If we obey them not, this will ensue,They’ll suck our breath,orpinch us black and blue.Luc.Why pratest thou to thyself,and answer’st not?Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!Dro. S.I am transformed, master,am I not?195Ant. 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 chang’d to aught, ’tis to an ass.Dro. S.’Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.200’Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never beBut I should know her as well as she knows me.Adr.Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,To put the finger inthe eyeand weep,Whilst man and masterlaughsmy woes to scorn.205Come, 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.210Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.Ant. S.Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?Known unto these, and to myself disguised!I’ll say as they say, and persever so,215And 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.ACT III.III. 1Scene I.Before the house ofAntipholusof Ephesus.EnterAntipholusof Ephesus,Dromioof Ephesus,Angelo, andBalthazar.Ant. E.Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse usall;My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:Say that I linger’d with you at your shopTo see the making of her carcanet,5And that to-morrow you will bring it home.But here’s a villain that would face me downHe met me on the mart, and that I beat him,And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,And that I did deny my wife and house.10Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?Dro. E.Saywhat you will, sir, but I know what I know;That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:Ifthe skinwere parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,Yourownhandwriting would tellyouwhat I think.Ant. E.I think thou art an ass.15Dro. E.Marry, so itdothappearBy the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.I should kick, being kick’d; and, being at that pass,You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.Ant. E.You’resad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer20May answer my good will and your good welcomehere.Bal.I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.Ant. E.O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.Bal.Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.25Ant. E.And welcome more common; for that’s nothing but words.Bal.Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.Ant. E.Ay to a niggardly host and more sparing guest:But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.30But, soft! my door is lock’d.—Go bid them let us in.Dro. E.Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian,Ginn!Dro. S.[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call’st for such store,35When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door,Dro. E.What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.Dro. S.[Within]Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on’s feet.Ant. E.Who talks within there? ho, open the door!Dro. S.[Within] Right, sir; I’ll tell you when, an you’ll tell me wherefore.40Ant. E.Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.Dro. S.[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again when you may.Ant. E.What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?Dro. S.[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio.Dro. E.O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office and my name!45The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.If thou hadstbeenDromio to-day in my place,Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name, or thy name foran ass.Luce.[Within] What a coil isthere, Dromio? whoare those at the gate?Dro. E.Let my master in, Luce.Luce.[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;And so tell your master.50Dro. E.O Lord, I must laugh!Have at you with a proverb;—Shall I set in my staff?Luce.[Within] Have at you with another; that’s, —When? can you tell?Dro. S.[Within] If thy name be call’d Luce, —Luce, thou hast answer’d him well.Ant. E.Do you hear, you minion? you’ll let us in, Ihope?Luce.[Within] I thought to have ask’d you.55Dro. S.[Within] And you said no.Dro. E.So, come, help:—well struck! there was blow for blow.Ant. E.Thou baggage, let me in.Luce.[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?Dro. E.Master, knock the door hard.Luce.[Within] Let him knock till it ache.Ant. E.You’ll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.60Luce.[Within] 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.[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.Ant. E.Are you, there, wife? you might have come before.Adr.[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.65Dro. E.If you went in pain, master, this ‘knave’ would go sore.Aug.Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would fain have either.Bal.In debating which was best, we shallpartwith neither.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.70Dro. E.You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.Yourcake hereis warm within; you stand here in the cold:It would make a manmad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.Ant. E.Go fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate.Dro. S.[Within] Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate.75Dro. E.A man may break a word withyou,sir; and words are but wind;Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.Dro. S.[Within] It seems thou want’st breaking: out upon thee, hind!Dro. E.Here’s too much ‘out upon thee!’ I pray thee, let me in.Dro. S.[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.80Ant. E.Well, I’ll break in:—go borrow me a crow.Dro. E.A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?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 together.Ant. E.Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.85Bal.Have patience, sir; O, let it not beso!Herein you war against your reputation,And draw within the compass of suspectTh’ unviolated honour of your wife.Once this,—your long experience ofherwisdom,90Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,Plead onherpart some cause to you unknown;And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuseWhy at this time the doors aremadeagainst you.Be ruled by me: depart in patience,95And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;And about evening come yourself aloneTo know the reason of this strange restraint.If by strong hand you offer to break inNow in the stirring passage of the day,100A vulgar comment will be made of it,And that supposed by the common routAgainst your yet ungalled estimation,That may with foul intrusion enter in,And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;105Forslanderlivesuponsuccession,For everhoused where it getspossession.Ant. E.You have prevail’d: I will depart in quiet,And, in despite ofmirth, mean to be merry.I know a wench of excellent discourse,110Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:There will we dine. This woman that I mean,My wife—but, I protest, without desert—Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:To her will we to dinner. [To Ang.] Get you home,115And fetch the chain; by this I know ’tis made:Bring it, I pray you, to thePorpentine;For there’s the house: that chainwill Ibestow—Be it for nothing but to spite my wife—Uponminehostess there: good sir, make haste.120Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,I’ll knock elsewhere, to see if they’ll disdain me.Ang.I’ll meet you at that place somehourhence.Ant. E.Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.Exeunt.III. 2Scene II.The same.EnterLucianaandAntipholusof Syracuse.Luc.And may it be that you have quite forgotA husband’s office? shall,Antipholus,Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?Shall love, inbuilding, grow soruinous?5If you did wed my 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 your false love with some show of blindness:Let not my sister read it in your eye;10Be not thy tongue thy own shame’s orator;Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;Apparel vice like virtue’s harbinger;Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;15Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?What simple thief brags of his ownattaint?’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;20Ill deedsaredoubled with an evil word.Alas, poor women! make usbutbelieve,Being compact of credit, that you love us;Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;We in your motion turn, and you may move us.25Then, gentle brother, get you in again;Comfort my sister, cheer her, call herwife:’Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.Ant. S.Sweet mistress,—what your name is else, I know not,30Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,—Less in your knowledge and your grace you show notThan our earth’s wonder; more than earth divine.Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,35Smother’d in errors, feeble,shallow, weak,The folded meaning of your words’ deceit.Against my soul’s pure truth why labour youTo make it wander in an unknown field?Are you a god? would you create me new?40Transform me, then, and to your power I’ll yield.But if that I am I, then well I knowYour weeping sister is no wife of mine,Nor to her bednohomage do I owe:Far more, far more to you do Idecline.45O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,To drown me in thysisterflood of tears:Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs,And as abedI’ll takethem, and there lie;50And, in that glorious supposition, thinkHe gains by death that hath such means to die:Let Love, being light, be drowned ifshesink!Luc.What, are you mad, that you do reason so?Ant. S.Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.55Luc.It is a fault that springeth from your eye.Ant. S.For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.Luc.Gazewhereyou should, and that will clear your sight.Ant. S.As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.Luc.Why call you me love? call my sister so.Ant. S.Thy sister’s sister.Luc.That’s my sister.60Ant. S.No;It is thyself, mine own self’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 sole earth’s heaven, and my heaven’s claim.65Luc.All this my sister is, or else should be.Ant. S.Call thyself sister, sweet, for Iamthee.Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life:Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.Give me thy hand.Luc.O, soft, sir! hold you still:70I’ll fetch my sister, to get her good will.Exit.EnterDromioof Syracuse.Ant. S.Why, how now, Dromio! where runn’st thou so fast?Dro. S.Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself?75Ant. S.Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.Dro. S.I am an ass, I am a woman’s man, and besides myself.Ant. S.What woman’s man? and how besides thyself?80Dro. S.Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.Ant. S.What claim lays she to thee?Dro. S.Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to85your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.Ant. S.What is she?Dro. S.A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man90may not speak of, without he say Sir-reverence. I havebut lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.Ant. S.Howdost thou mean a fat marriage?Dro. S.Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen-wench, and all95grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn aPolandwinter: if she lives till doomsday, she’ll burn a week longer than the whole world.100Ant. S.What complexion is she of?Dro. S.Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept: for why she sweats; a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.Ant. S.That’s a fault that water will mend.105Dro. S.No, sir, ’tis in grain; Noah’s flood could not do it.Ant. S.What’s her name?Dro. S.Nell, sir; but her nameandthree quarters, that’s an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from110hip to hip.Ant. S.Then she bears some breadth?Dro. S.No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.115Ant. S.In what part of her body stands Ireland?Dro. S.Marry, sir, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.Ant. S.Where Scotland?Dro. S.I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm120ofthehand.Ant. S.Where France?Dro. S.In herforehead; armed andreverted, making war against herheir.Ant. S.Where England?125Dro. S.I looked for thechalkycliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.Ant. S.Where Spain?Dro. S.Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her130breath.Ant. S.Where America, the Indies?Dro. S.Oh, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadoes135ofcaracksto beballastat her nose.Ant. S.Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?Dro. S.Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, thisdrudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy140marks I had about me, as, themarkof my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch:
45Ant. S.Why, first,—for flouting me; and then, wherefore,—For urging it the second time to me.
45Ant. S.Why, first,—for flouting me; and then, wherefore,—
For urging it the second time to me.
Dro. S.Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?Well, sir, I thank you.
Dro. S.Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.
50Ant. S.Thank me, sir! for what?
Dro. S.Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
Ant. S.I’ll make you amendsnext, togive you nothing for something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
55Dro. S.No, sir: I think the meat wants that I have.
Ant. S.In good time, sir; what’s that?
Dro. S.Basting.
Ant. S.Well, sir, then ’twill be dry.
Dro. S.If it be, sir, I pray you, eatnoneof it.
60Ant. S.Your reason?
Dro. S.Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry basting.
Ant. S.Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there’s a time for all things.
65Dro. S.I durst have denied that, before you were so choleric.
Ant. S.By what rule, sir?
Dro. S.Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself.
70Ant. S.Let’s hear it.
Dro. S.There’s no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature.
Ant. S.May he not do it by fine and recovery?
Dro. S.Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover75the lost hair of another man.
Ant. S.Why is Time such a niggard ofhair, being, as it is, so plentiful an excrement?
Dro. S.Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts: and what he hath scantedmenin hair, he hath80given them in wit.
Ant. S.Why, but there’s many a man hath more hair than wit.
Dro. S.Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
85Ant. S.Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
Dro. S.The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.
Ant. S.For what reason?
90Dro. S.For two; and sound ones too.
Ant. S.Nay, notsound, I pray you.
Dro. S.Sure ones, then.
Ant. S.Nay, not sure, in a thingfalsing.
Dro. S.Certain ones, then.
95Ant. S.Name them.
Dro. S.The one, to save the money that he spends intrimming; the other, that at dinner they should not drop in his porridge.
Ant. S.You would all this time have proved there is100no time for all things.
Dro. S.Marry, and did, sir; namely,no timeto recover hair lost by nature.
Ant. S.But your reason was not substantial, why there is no time to recover.
105Dro. S.Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world’s end will have bald followers.
Ant. S.I knew ’twould be a bald conclusion:But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
Ant. S.I knew ’twould be a bald conclusion:
But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
Adr.Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:110Some other mistress haththysweet aspects;I amnot Adriana northy wife.The time was once when thouunurgedwouldst vowThat never words were music to thine ear,That never object pleasing in thine eye,115That never touch well welcome to thy hand,That never meat sweet-savour’d in thy taste,Unless I spake,or look’d, ortouch’d, or carvedto thee.How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,That thou artthenestranged from thyself?120Thyself I call it, being strange to me,That, undividable, incorporate,Am better than thy dear self’s better part.Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall125A drop of water in the breaking gulf,And take unmingled thence that drop again,Without addition or diminishing,As take from me thyself, and not me too.How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,130Shouldst thoubuthear I were licentious,And that this body, consecrate to thee,By ruffian lust should be contaminate!Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me,And hurl the name of husband in my face,135And tear the stain’d skinoffmy harlot-brow,And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?I know thoucanst; and therefore see thou do it.I am possess’d with an adulterate blot;140My blood is mingled with thecrimeof lust:For if we two be one, and thou play false,I do digest the poison ofthyflesh,Being strumpeted by thycontagion.Keep, then, fair league and truce with thy true bed;145I livedistain’d, thouundishonoured.
Adr.Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
110Some other mistress haththysweet aspects;
I amnot Adriana northy wife.
The time was once when thouunurgedwouldst vow
That never words were music to thine ear,
That never object pleasing in thine eye,
115That never touch well welcome to thy hand,
That never meat sweet-savour’d in thy taste,
Unless I spake,or look’d, ortouch’d, or carvedto thee.
How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
That thou artthenestranged from thyself?
120Thyself I call it, being strange to me,
That, undividable, incorporate,
Am better than thy dear self’s better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
125A drop of water in the breaking gulf,
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
130Shouldst thoubuthear I were licentious,
And that this body, consecrate to thee,
By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
135And tear the stain’d skinoffmy harlot-brow,
And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
I know thoucanst; and therefore see thou do it.
I am possess’d with an adulterate blot;
140My blood is mingled with thecrimeof lust:
For if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digest the poison ofthyflesh,
Being strumpeted by thycontagion.
Keep, then, fair league and truce with thy true bed;
145I livedistain’d, thouundishonoured.
Ant. S.Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:In Ephesus I am but two hours old,As strange unto your town as to your talk;Who, every word by all my wit being scann’d,150Wantswit in all one word to understand.
Ant. S.Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
As strange unto your town as to your talk;
Who, every word by all my wit being scann’d,
150Wantswit in all one word to understand.
Luc.Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!When were you wont to use my sister thus?She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
Luc.Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
Ant. S.By Dromio?
155Dro. S.By me?
Adr.By thee; andthisthou didst return from him,That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
Adr.By thee; andthisthou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
Ant. S.Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?160What is the course and drift of your compact?
Ant. S.Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
160What is the course and drift of your compact?
Dro. S.I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
Ant. S.Villain, thou liest; for even her very wordsDidst thou deliver to me on the mart.
Ant. S.Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
Dro. S.I never spake with her in all my life.
165Ant. S.How can she thus, then, call us by our names,Unless it be by inspiration.
165Ant. S.How can she thus, then, call us by our names,
Unless it be by inspiration.
Adr.How ill agrees it withyourgravityTo counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!170Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,Whose weakness, married to thystrongerstate,175Makes me with thy strength to communicate:If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusionInfect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
Adr.How ill agrees it withyourgravity
To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,
Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!
170Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,
But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:
Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,
Whose weakness, married to thystrongerstate,
175Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss;
Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion
Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
180Ant. S.To me she speaks; shemovesme for her theme:What, was I married to her in my dream?Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?What errordrivesour eyes and ears amiss?Until I know thissure uncertainty,185I’ll entertain theoffer’dfallacy.
180Ant. S.To me she speaks; shemovesme for her theme:
What, was I married to her in my dream?
Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
What errordrivesour eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know thissure uncertainty,
185I’ll entertain theoffer’dfallacy.
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!Wetalkwithgoblins, owls, and sprites:190If we obey them not, this will ensue,They’ll suck our breath,orpinch us black and blue.
Dro. S.O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
This is the fairy land;—O spite of spites!
Wetalkwithgoblins, owls, and sprites:
190If we obey them not, this will ensue,
They’ll suck our breath,orpinch us black and blue.
Luc.Why pratest thou to thyself,and answer’st not?Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
Luc.Why pratest thou to thyself,and answer’st not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
Dro. S.I am transformed, master,am I not?
195Ant. 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 chang’d to aught, ’tis to an ass.
Dro. S.’Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.200’Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never beBut I should know her as well as she knows me.
Dro. S.’Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.
200’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 inthe eyeand weep,Whilst man and masterlaughsmy woes to scorn.205Come, 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.210Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
Adr.Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger inthe eyeand weep,
Whilst man and masterlaughsmy woes to scorn.
205Come, 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.
210Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
Ant. S.Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?Known unto these, and to myself disguised!I’ll say as they say, and persever so,215And in this mist at all adventures go.
Ant. S.Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
I’ll say as they say, and persever so,
215And 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.
Ant. E.Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse usall;My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:Say that I linger’d with you at your shopTo see the making of her carcanet,5And that to-morrow you will bring it home.But here’s a villain that would face me downHe met me on the mart, and that I beat him,And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,And that I did deny my wife and house.10Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
Ant. E.Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse usall;
My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
Say that I linger’d with you at your shop
To see the making of her carcanet,
5And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here’s a villain that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
And that I did deny my wife and house.
10Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
Dro. E.Saywhat you will, sir, but I know what I know;That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:Ifthe skinwere parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,Yourownhandwriting would tellyouwhat I think.
Dro. E.Saywhat you will, sir, but I know what I know;
That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
Ifthe skinwere parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Yourownhandwriting would tellyouwhat I think.
Ant. E.I think thou art an ass.
15Dro. E.Marry, so itdothappearBy the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.I should kick, being kick’d; and, being at that pass,You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
15Dro. E.
Marry, so itdothappear
By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear.
I should kick, being kick’d; and, being at that pass,
You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
Ant. E.You’resad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer20May answer my good will and your good welcomehere.
Ant. E.You’resad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
20May answer my good will and your good welcomehere.
Bal.I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.
Ant. E.O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Ant. E.O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
Bal.Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
25Ant. E.And welcome more common; for that’s nothing but words.
Bal.Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
Ant. E.Ay to a niggardly host and more sparing guest:But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.30But, soft! my door is lock’d.—Go bid them let us in.
Ant. E.Ay to a niggardly host and more sparing guest:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
30But, soft! my door is lock’d.—Go bid them let us in.
Dro. E.Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian,Ginn!
Dro. S.[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call’st for such store,35When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door,
Dro. S.[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call’st for such store,
35When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door,
Dro. E.What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.
Dro. S.[Within]Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on’s feet.
Ant. E.Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
Dro. S.[Within] Right, sir; I’ll tell you when, an you’ll tell me wherefore.
40Ant. E.Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.
Dro. S.[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again when you may.
Ant. E.What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
Dro. S.[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio.
Dro. E.O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office and my name!45The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.If thou hadstbeenDromio to-day in my place,Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name, or thy name foran ass.
Dro. E.O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office and my name!
45The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
If thou hadstbeenDromio to-day in my place,
Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name, or thy name foran ass.
Luce.[Within] What a coil isthere, Dromio? whoare those at the gate?
Dro. E.Let my master in, Luce.
Luce.[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;And so tell your master.
Luce.
[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.
50Dro. E.O Lord, I must laugh!Have at you with a proverb;—Shall I set in my staff?
50Dro. E.
O Lord, I must laugh!
Have at you with a proverb;—Shall I set in my staff?
Luce.[Within] Have at you with another; that’s, —When? can you tell?
Dro. S.[Within] If thy name be call’d Luce, —Luce, thou hast answer’d him well.
Ant. E.Do you hear, you minion? you’ll let us in, Ihope?
Luce.[Within] I thought to have ask’d you.
55Dro. S.
[Within] And you said no.
Dro. E.So, come, help:—well struck! there was blow for blow.
Ant. E.Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce.
[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?
Dro. E.Master, knock the door hard.
Luce.
[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
Ant. E.You’ll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
60Luce.[Within] 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.[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.
Ant. E.Are you, there, wife? you might have come before.
Adr.[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
65Dro. E.If you went in pain, master, this ‘knave’ would go sore.
Aug.Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would fain have either.
Bal.In debating which was best, we shallpartwith neither.
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.
70Dro. E.You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.Yourcake hereis warm within; you stand here in the cold:It would make a manmad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
70Dro. E.You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Yourcake hereis warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a manmad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
Ant. E.Go fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate.
Dro. S.[Within] Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate.
75Dro. E.A man may break a word withyou,sir; and words are but wind;Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
75Dro. E.A man may break a word withyou,sir; and words are but wind;
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
Dro. S.[Within] It seems thou want’st breaking: out upon thee, hind!
Dro. E.Here’s too much ‘out upon thee!’ I pray thee, let me in.
Dro. S.[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.
80Ant. E.Well, I’ll break in:—go borrow me a crow.
Dro. E.A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?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 together.
Dro. E.A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
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 together.
Ant. E.Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
85Bal.Have patience, sir; O, let it not beso!Herein you war against your reputation,And draw within the compass of suspectTh’ unviolated honour of your wife.Once this,—your long experience ofherwisdom,90Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,Plead onherpart some cause to you unknown;And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuseWhy at this time the doors aremadeagainst you.Be ruled by me: depart in patience,95And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;And about evening come yourself aloneTo know the reason of this strange restraint.If by strong hand you offer to break inNow in the stirring passage of the day,100A vulgar comment will be made of it,And that supposed by the common routAgainst your yet ungalled estimation,That may with foul intrusion enter in,And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;105Forslanderlivesuponsuccession,For everhoused where it getspossession.
85Bal.Have patience, sir; O, let it not beso!
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
Th’ unviolated honour of your wife.
Once this,—your long experience ofherwisdom,
90Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead onherpart some cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
Why at this time the doors aremadeagainst you.
Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
95And let us to the Tiger all to dinner;
And about evening come yourself alone
To know the reason of this strange restraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in
Now in the stirring passage of the day,
100A vulgar comment will be made of it,
And that supposed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled estimation,
That may with foul intrusion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
105Forslanderlivesuponsuccession,
For everhoused where it getspossession.
Ant. E.You have prevail’d: I will depart in quiet,And, in despite ofmirth, mean to be merry.I know a wench of excellent discourse,110Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:There will we dine. This woman that I mean,My wife—but, I protest, without desert—Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:To her will we to dinner. [To Ang.] Get you home,115And fetch the chain; by this I know ’tis made:Bring it, I pray you, to thePorpentine;For there’s the house: that chainwill Ibestow—Be it for nothing but to spite my wife—Uponminehostess there: good sir, make haste.120Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,I’ll knock elsewhere, to see if they’ll disdain me.
Ant. E.You have prevail’d: I will depart in quiet,
And, in despite ofmirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
110Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
My wife—but, I protest, without desert—
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
To her will we to dinner. [To Ang.] Get you home,
115And fetch the chain; by this I know ’tis made:
Bring it, I pray you, to thePorpentine;
For there’s the house: that chainwill Ibestow—
Be it for nothing but to spite my wife—
Uponminehostess there: good sir, make haste.
120Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
I’ll knock elsewhere, to see if they’ll disdain me.
Ang.I’ll meet you at that place somehourhence.
Ant. E.Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.
Exeunt.
Luc.And may it be that you have quite forgotA husband’s office? shall,Antipholus,Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?Shall love, inbuilding, grow soruinous?5If you did wed my 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 your false love with some show of blindness:Let not my sister read it in your eye;10Be not thy tongue thy own shame’s orator;Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;Apparel vice like virtue’s harbinger;Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;15Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?What simple thief brags of his ownattaint?’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;20Ill deedsaredoubled with an evil word.Alas, poor women! make usbutbelieve,Being compact of credit, that you love us;Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;We in your motion turn, and you may move us.25Then, gentle brother, get you in again;Comfort my sister, cheer her, call herwife:’Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
Luc.And may it be that you have quite forgot
A husband’s office? shall,Antipholus,
Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?
Shall love, inbuilding, grow soruinous?
5If you did wed my 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 your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
10Be not thy tongue thy own shame’s orator;
Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue’s harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
15Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?
What simple thief brags of his ownattaint?
’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;
20Ill deedsaredoubled with an evil word.
Alas, poor women! make usbutbelieve,
Being compact of credit, that you love us;
Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;
We in your motion turn, and you may move us.
25Then, gentle brother, get you in again;
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call herwife:
’Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
Ant. S.Sweet mistress,—what your name is else, I know not,30Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,—Less in your knowledge and your grace you show notThan our earth’s wonder; more than earth divine.Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,35Smother’d in errors, feeble,shallow, weak,The folded meaning of your words’ deceit.Against my soul’s pure truth why labour youTo make it wander in an unknown field?Are you a god? would you create me new?40Transform me, then, and to your power I’ll yield.But if that I am I, then well I knowYour weeping sister is no wife of mine,Nor to her bednohomage do I owe:Far more, far more to you do Idecline.45O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,To drown me in thysisterflood of tears:Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs,And as abedI’ll takethem, and there lie;50And, in that glorious supposition, thinkHe gains by death that hath such means to die:Let Love, being light, be drowned ifshesink!
Ant. S.Sweet mistress,—what your name is else, I know not,
30Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,—
Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
Than our earth’s wonder; more than earth divine.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
35Smother’d in errors, feeble,shallow, weak,
The folded meaning of your words’ deceit.
Against my soul’s pure truth why labour you
To make it wander in an unknown field?
Are you a god? would you create me new?
40Transform me, then, and to your power I’ll yield.
But if that I am I, then well I know
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
Nor to her bednohomage do I owe:
Far more, far more to you do Idecline.
45O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thysisterflood of tears:
Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote:
Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as abedI’ll takethem, and there lie;
50And, in that glorious supposition, think
He gains by death that hath such means to die:
Let Love, being light, be drowned ifshesink!
Luc.What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
Ant. S.Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
55Luc.It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
Ant. S.For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
Luc.Gazewhereyou should, and that will clear your sight.
Ant. S.As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
Luc.Why call you me love? call my sister so.
Ant. S.Thy sister’s sister.
Luc.
That’s my sister.
60Ant. S.No;It is thyself, mine own self’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 sole earth’s heaven, and my heaven’s claim.
60Ant. S.
No;
It is thyself, mine own self’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 sole earth’s heaven, and my heaven’s claim.
65Luc.All this my sister is, or else should be.
Ant. S.Call thyself sister, sweet, for Iamthee.Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life:Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.Give me thy hand.
Ant. S.Call thyself sister, sweet, for Iamthee.
Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life:
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.
Give me thy hand.
Luc.O, soft, sir! hold you still:70I’ll fetch my sister, to get her good will.Exit.
Luc.
O, soft, sir! hold you still:
70I’ll fetch my sister, to get her good will.Exit.
Ant. S.Why, how now, Dromio! where runn’st thou so fast?
Dro. S.Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself?
75Ant. S.Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
Dro. S.I am an ass, I am a woman’s man, and besides myself.
Ant. S.What woman’s man? and how besides thyself?
80Dro. S.Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
Ant. S.What claim lays she to thee?
Dro. S.Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to85your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
Ant. S.What is she?
Dro. S.A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man90may not speak of, without he say Sir-reverence. I havebut lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
Ant. S.Howdost thou mean a fat marriage?
Dro. S.Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen-wench, and all95grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn aPolandwinter: if she lives till doomsday, she’ll burn a week longer than the whole world.
100Ant. S.What complexion is she of?
Dro. S.Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept: for why she sweats; a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.
Ant. S.That’s a fault that water will mend.
105Dro. S.No, sir, ’tis in grain; Noah’s flood could not do it.
Ant. S.What’s her name?
Dro. S.Nell, sir; but her nameandthree quarters, that’s an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from110hip to hip.
Ant. S.Then she bears some breadth?
Dro. S.No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
115Ant. S.In what part of her body stands Ireland?
Dro. S.Marry, sir, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
Ant. S.Where Scotland?
Dro. S.I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm120ofthehand.
Ant. S.Where France?
Dro. S.In herforehead; armed andreverted, making war against herheir.
Ant. S.Where England?
125Dro. S.I looked for thechalkycliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
Ant. S.Where Spain?
Dro. S.Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her130breath.
Ant. S.Where America, the Indies?
Dro. S.Oh, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadoes135ofcaracksto beballastat her nose.
Ant. S.Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
Dro. S.Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, thisdrudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy140marks I had about me, as, themarkof my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: