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Luc. Why call you me, love? call my

S. Ant. Thy fifter's fifter.

Luc. That's my fifter.

S. Ant. No;

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

fifter fo.

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 else should be.

S. Ant. Call thyfelf fifter, fweet; for I mean thee: Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life; Thou haft no husband yet, nor I no wife. Give me thy hand.

Luc. Oh, foft, Sir, hold you fill;

I'll fetch my fifter, to get her good will.

S. Ant.


[Exit Luciana.


Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

W thou fo faft?

WHY, how now, Dromio, where run'ft
HY, how

S. Dro. Do


know me, Sir? am

your man? am I myself?

I Dromio? am I

S. Ant. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.

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

S. Ant. What woman's man? and how befides thy? felf?

W. S. Dro. Marry, Sir, befides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that hunts me, one g that will have me.


S. Ant. What claim lays fhe to thee?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, fuch a claim as you would lay your horse; and she would have me as a beaft: not n that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that the, being a very beaftly creature, lays claim to me.

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S. Ant.

S. Ant. What is she?

S. Dro. A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he fay, Sir reverence: I have but lean luck in the match; and yet is the a wond'rous fat marriage.

S. Ant. How doft thou mean, a fat marriage?

S. Dro. Marry, Sir, fhe's the kitchen-wench, and all greafe; 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 a Lapland winter: if the lives 'till doomfday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world, S. Ant. What complexion is fhe of?

S. Dro. Swart, like my fhoe, but her face nothing like fo clean kept; for why? fhe sweats, a man may go over fhoes in the grime of it:

S. Ant. That's a fault, that water will mend.

S. Dro. No, Sir, 'tis in grain, Noah's flood could not do it.

S. Ant. What's her name?

S. Dro. Nell, Sir; but her name and three Quarters (that is, an ell and three quarters) will not meafure her from hip to hip.

S. Ant. Then the bears fome breadth?

S. Dro. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip: fhe is fpherical, like a globe: I could find out countries in her.

S. Ant. In what part of her body ftands Ireland? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs.

S. Ant. Where Scotland?

S. Dro. I found it out by the barrenness, hard in the palm of her hand.

S. Ant. Where France?

S. Dro. In her forehead; arm'd and reverted, making war againft her heir.-—————

S. Ant. Where England?

S. Dro. I look'd for the chalky cliffs, but I could

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find no whitenefs in them; but I guefs, it flood in her chin, by the falt theum that ran between France and it.

S. Ant. Where Spain?

S. Dro. Faith, I saw it not, but I felt it hot in her breath.

S. Ant. Where America, the Indies?

S. Dro. Oh, Sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellish'd with rubies, carbuncles, faphires; declining their rich afpect to the hot breath of Spain, who fent whole armadoes of carracts to be ballaft at her nofe.

S. Ant. Where flood Belgia, the Netherlands?

S. Dro. Oh, Sir, I did not look fo low. * To conclude, this drudge of the devil, this diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me Dromio, fwore I was affur'd to her, told me what privy marks I had about me, as the marks of my fhoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amaz'd, ran from her as a witch. And, I think, if my breaft had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transform'd me to a curtal-dog, and made me turn i'th' wheel.

S. Ant. Go, hie thee prefently; poft to the road; And if the wind blow any way from fhore,

I will not harbour in this town to night. 1 If any bark put forth, come to the mart;

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Where I will walk, 'till you return to me: If every one know us, and we know none, it'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.

S. Dro. As from a bear a man would run for life. So fly I from her that would be my wife.


*To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me,] A little lower, he calls her Witch. A Word is certainly dropt out of the Text. We fhould read,

this drudge of the devil, this diviner,

Drudge of the Devil, is the right Pariphrafis for a Witch.

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S. Ant.


THERE's none but witches do inhabit

THE here;

And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence :
She, that doth call me husband, even my foul
Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair fifter,

Possest with such a gentle fovereign grace,
Of fuch enchanting presence and discourse,
Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
But left myself be guilty of felf-wrong,
I'll ftop mine ears against the mermaid's fong.

Enter Angelo, with a chain.

Ant. Mafter Antipholis

S. Ant. Ay, that's my name.

Ang. I know it well, Sir; lo, here is the chain; I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine; The chain, unfinish'd, made me ftay thus long.

S. Ant. What is your will, that I fhall do with this?

Ang. What please yourself, Sir; I have made it for you.

S. Ant. Made it for me, Sir! I bespoke it not. Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times, you


Go home with it, and please your wife withal;
And foon at fupper-time I'll vifit you,

And then receive my money for the chain.

S. Ant. I pray you, Sir, receive the money now: For fear you ne'er fee chain, nor money, more. Ang. You are a merry man, Sir; fare you well. Exit.

S. Ant. What I fhould think of this, I cannot tell : But this I think, there's no man is fo vain, That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.

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I fee, a man here needs not live by shifts,
When in the streets, he meets fuch golden gifts:
I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay;
If any fhip put out, then straight away.




Enter a Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer.


YOU know, fince Pentecoft the fum is due; And fince I have not much importun'd you; Nor now I had not, but that I am bound To Perfia, and want gilders for my voyage: Therefore make prefent fatisfaction; Or I'll attach you by this officer.

Ang. Ev'n juft the fum, that I do owe to you,
Is growing to me by Antipholis;

And, in the inftant that I met with you,
He had of me a chain: at five o'clock,

I shall receive the money for the same :

Please you but walk with me down to his house,
I will discharge my bond, and thank you too.

Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, and Dromio of Ephesus as from the Courtezan's.

Offi. That labour you may fave: fee, where he


E. Ant. While I go to the goldfmith's houfe, go

And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow
Among my wife and her confederates,
: For locking me out of my doors by day.
But, foft; I fee the goldfmith: get thee gone,
Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me.
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E. Dro.

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