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Adr. And are not you my husband?
Ant. E. No; I say nay to that.

Ant. S. And so do I; yet did she call me so :
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother.-What I told you then,

I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream I see and hear.

Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me.
Ant. S. I think it be, Sir; I deny it not.

Ant. E. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me.
Ang. I think I did, Sir; I deny it not.

Adr. I sent you money, Sir, to be your bail,
By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.

Dro. E. No, none by me.

Ant. S. This purse of ducats I received from you,
And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
I see, we still did meet each other's man;
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me;
And thereupon these Errors all arose.

Ant. E. These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke. It shall not need; thy father hath his life.
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from you.

Ant. E. There take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.

Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains

To go with us into the abbey here,

And hear at large discoursèd all our fortunes ;—
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathizèd one day's error
Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction.—
Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail.
Of you, my sons; and, till this present hour,
My heavy burden ne'er delivered.-

The duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you the calendars of their nativity,

Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me:
After so long grief such nativity!

Duke. With all my heart; I'll gossip at this feast.

[Exeunt Duke, Abbess, ÆGEON, Courtezan, Second Merchant, ANGELO, and Attendants. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard? Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd? Dro. S. Your goods that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur. Ant. S. He speaks to me.-I am your master, Dromio:


Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.

[Exeunt ANT. S. and ANT. E. ADR. and LỰC.

Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner :

She now shall be my sister, not my wife.

Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.

Will you walk in to see their gossiping?

Dro. S. Not I, Sir; you are my elder.

Dro. E. That's a question; how shall we try it?

Dro. S. We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then, lead thou Dro. E. Nay, then, thus:


We came into the world like brother and brother;

And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.



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SCENE I.-Grounds adjoining LEONATO's House.

Enter LEONATO, HERO, and BEATRICE, with a Messenger. Leon. I learn in this letter, that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina.

Mess. He is very near by this: he was not three leagues off when I left him.

Leon. How many gentlemen have you lost in this action?

Mess. But few of any sort, and none of name.

Leon. A victory is twice itself, when the achiever brings home full numbers. I find here, that Don Pedro hath bestowed much honour on a young Florentine, called Claudio.

Mess. Much deserved on his part, and equally remembered by Don Pedro. He hath borne himself beyond the promise of his age, doing, in the figure of a lamb, the feats of a lion: he hath, indeed, better bettered expectation, than you must expect of me to tell you how.

Leon. He hath an uncle here in Messina will be very much glad of it.

Mess. I have already delivered him letters, and there appears much joy in him; even so much, that joy could not show itself nodest enough without a badge of bitterness.

Leon. Did he break out into tears?

Mess. In great measure.

Leon. A kind overflow of kindness: there are no faces truer than How much better is it to weep at joy,

those that are so washed.

than to joy at weeping!

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