S. Dro. Nay, mafter, both in mind and in my fhape.
Ant. Thou haft thine own form.

S. Dro. No; I am an ape.

Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an afs. S. Dro. 'Tis true; the rides me, and I long for grass. 'Tis fo, I am an afs; elfe it could never be,

But I fhould know her, as well as fhe knows me.
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.
Come, Sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate;
Husband, I'll dine above with you to day,
And thrive you of a thoufand idle pranks;
Sirrah, if any ask you for your mafter,
Say, he dines forth, and let no creature enter:
Come, fifter; Dromio, play the porter well.
Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell P
Sleeping or waking, mad or well advis'd?
Known unto these, and to myself difguis'd?
I'll fay as they fay, and perfever fo;
And in this mift at all adventures go.

S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I be porter at the gate ?
Adr. Ay, let none enter, left I break your pate.
Luc. Come, come, Antipholis, we dine too late.

[Exeunt. mounted the doggrel Rhyme, which I have replac'd from the firft Folio. The fecond Verfe is there likewife read;

Dromio, then Dromio, theu fnail, thou flug, thou fot. The Verfe is thus half a Foot too long; my Correction cures that Fault: befides Drone corresponds with the other Apellations of Reproach.

ACT

SCENE, the Street before Antipholis's Houfe..

Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, Dromio of Ephefus, Angelo, and Balthazar.

G

E. ANTIPHOLIS.

OOD Signior Angelo, you must excuse us;
My wife is fhrewish, when I keep not hours;
Say, that I linger'd with you at your shop
To fee the making of her carkanet;

And 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 charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold;
And that I did deny my wife and house:

Thou drunkard, thou, what didft thou mean by this?
E. Dro. Say, what you will, Sir; but I know what

That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to

fhow;

If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,

Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think.
E. Ant. I think, thou art an afs.

E. Dro. Marry, fo it don't appear (8)
By the wrongs I fuffer, and the blows I bear;

(8) Marry, fo it doth appear

By the Wrongs I fuffer, and the Blows I bear.] Thus all the printed Copies; But, certainly, This is Cross-purposes in Reafoning. It appears, Dromio is an Afs by his making no Resistance: because an Ass, being kick’d, kicks again. Our Author never argues at this wild Rate, where his Text is genuine,

I should kick, being kickt; and, being at that pass,
You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
E. Ant. Y'are fad, Signior Balthazar. Pray God,
our cheer

May answer my good will, and your good welcome here. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your welcome dear.

E. Ant. Ah, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table-full of welcome makes fcarce one dainty dish. Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common; that every churl affords.

E. Ant. And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.

Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry

feaft.

E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoft, and more fparing

gueft:

But tho my cates be mean, take them in good part;
Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
But, foft; my door is lockt; go bid them let us in.

E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn! S. Dro. (within) Mome, malt-horfe, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!

Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch : Doft thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'ft for fuch

ftore,

When one is one too many? go, get thee from the

door.

E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my mafter ftays in the street.

S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, left he catch cold on's feet.

E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the

door.

S. Dro. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore.

E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not din'd to day.

S. Dro. Nor to day here you must not: come again,

when you may.

E. Ant.

E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'ft me out from the

house I owe?

S. Dro. The porter for this time, Sir, and my name is Dromio.

E. Dro. O villian, thou haft ftoll'n both mine office and my name:

The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
If thou had'ft been Dromio to day in my place,

Thou would'ft have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass.

Luce. (within) What a coile is there, Dromio? who are thofe at the gate?

E. Dro. Let my mafter in, Luce.

Luce. Faith, no; he comes too late;

And fo tell your mafter.

E. Dro. O lord, I must laugh;

Have at you with a Proverb.-Shall I fet in

my ftaff? Luce. Have at you with another; that's when, can you tell?

S. Dro. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou haft anfwer'd him well.

E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion, you'll let us in, I trow ?

Luce. I thought to have askt you.

S. Dro. And you faid, no.

E. Dro. So, come, help, well ftruck; there was blow for blow.

E. Ant. Thou baggage, let me in.
Luce. Can you tell for whofe fake?
E. Dro. Mafter, knock the door hard.
Luce. Let him knock, 'till it ake.

E. Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.

Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?

Adr. (within) Who is that at the door, that keeps all

this noife?

S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with un

ruly boys.

E. Ant. Are you there, wife? you might have come before.

Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go, get you from the door.

E. Dro. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go fore.

Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome; we would fain have either.

Bal. In debating which was beft, we shall part with neither.

E. Dra. They ftand at the door, mafter; bid them welcome hither.

E. Ant. There's fomething in the wind, that we cannot get in.

E. Dro. You would fay fo, mafter, if your garments were thin.

Your cake here is warm within: you ftand here in the

cold:

It would make a man mad as a buck to be so bought and fold..

E. Ant. Go fetch me fomething, I'll break ope the

gate.

S. Dro. Break any thing here, and I'll break your knave's pate.

E. Dro. A man may break a word with you, Sir, and words are but wind;

Ay, and break it in your face, fo he break it not be hind.

S. Dro. It feems, thou wanteft breaking; out upon thee, hind!

E. Dro. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me in.

S. Dro. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.

E. Ant. Well, I'll break in; go borrow me a crow. E. Dro. A crow without feather, mafter, mean you fo? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather:

If a crow help us in, firrah, we'll pluck a crow together.

E. Ant.