And, gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulfe Ran hither to your Grace; whom 1 befeech For these deep thames and great indignities. Ang. My Lord, in truth, thus far I witnefs with him; That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. Duke. But he had fuch a chain of thee, or no? Ang. He had, my Lord; and when he ran in here, These people faw the chain about his neck. Mer. Befides, I will be fworn, these ears of mine E. Ant. I never came within these abbey-walle Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this? If here you hous'd him, here he would have been ; E. Dro. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porcu- I * Duke. Duke. Why, this is strange; go call the Abbefs hither; I think, you are all mated, or stark mad. [Exit one to the Abbefs. Egeon. Molt mighty Duke, vouchfafe me fpeak a word: Haply, I fee a friend, will fave my life; Duke. Speak freely, Syracufan, what thou wilt. Egeon. Is not your name, Sif, call'd Antipholis ? And is not that your bond-man Dromio? E. Dro. Within this hour I was his bond-man, Sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords; Now am I Dromio, and his man unbound. Egeon. I am fure, you both of you remember me. E. Dro. Ourfelves we do remember, Sir, by you; For lately we were bound, as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient; are you, Sir? Egeon. Why look you ftrange on me? you know me well. E. Ant. I never faw you in my life, 'till now. Egeon. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, fince you faw me laft; And careful hours with time's deformed hand 2 Have written ftrange defeatures in my face; Egeon. Dromio, nor thou? E. Dro. No, truft me, Sir, nor I. Egeon. I am fure, thou doft. E. Dro. I, Sir? but I am fure, I do not: and whatfoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. Strange defeatures. Defed- The meaning is, time hath canLure is the privative of feature. celled my features. Egeon. Not know my voice! oh, time's extremity! Haft thou fo crack'd and splitted my poor tongue In seven short years, that here my only fon Knows not my feeble key untun'd care? Tho' now this grained face of mine be hid In fap-confuming winter's drizled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life fome memory; My wafting lamp fome fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little ufe to hear: 3 All thefe old witneffes, I cannot err, Tell me thou art my lon Antipholis. E. Ant. I never faw my father in my life. Egeon. But feven years fince, in Syracufa bay, Thou know'ft, we parted; but, perhaps, my fon, Thou fham'ft t'acknowledge me in mifery. E. Ant. The Duke, and all that know me in the city, Can witnefs with me that it is not fo: I ne'er faw Syracufa in my life. Duke. I tell thee, Syracufan, twenty years During which time he ne'er faw Syracufa : SCENE VII. Enter the Abbess, with Antipholis Syracufan, and Dromio Syracufan. Abb. Moft mighty Duke, wrong'd. Adr. I fee two hufbands, or behold a man much [All gather to fee him. mine eyes deceive me. Duke. One of these men is Genius to the other And fo of these which is the natural man, Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loofe his bonds Speak, old Egeon, if thou be't the man, That bore thee at a burden two fair fons? A Duke. Why, here begins his morning ftory right! These two Antipholis's, thefe two fo like, And those two Dromio's, one in femblance; Befides her urging of her wreck at fea, These plainly are the parents of these children, Which accidentally are met together. Ægeon. If I dream not, thou art Emilia ; Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he and I, Duke. Antipbolis, thou cam'ft from Corinth first. E. Dro. And I'with him. E. Ant. Brought to this town by that most famous MODA Warrior, LLA M 4 Duke Duke Menophon,' your most renowned uncle. Adr. And are not you my husband? i E. Ant. No, I fay nay to that. S. Ant. And fo do I, yet she did call me fo : Ang. That is the chain, Sir, which you had of me. E. Ant. And you, Sir, for this chain arrested me. Adr. I fent you mony, Sir, to be your bail, S. Ant. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, And Dromio my man did bring them me; I fee, we ftill did meet each other's man, E. Ant. Thefe Ducats pawn I for my father here. Abb. Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here, And hear at large difcourfed all our fortunes And all that are affembled in this place, A Twenty-five years have I but gone in travel Of |