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And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, co us;
Duke. Nay, forward, old man, do not break off so; For we may pity, tho' not pardon thee
Ægeon. Oh, had the Gods done fo, I had not nov Worchily term'd them merciless to us ,
( For ere the ships could meet by twice five leaguesia We were encountered by a mighty rock; Which being violently borne upona Our helpless ship was splitted in the midst : So that, in this unjust divorce of us, Fortune had left to both of us alike What to delight in, what to sorrow for. Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened With leffer weight, but not with leffer woe, Was carry'd with more speed before the wind, And in our sight they three were taken up By fishermen of Gorinib, as we thought.
At length, another ship had seiz'd on us ; 7 And knowing whom it was their bap to fave, I
Gave helpful welcome to their shipwreckt guests ;
Duke. And, for the fakes of them thou forrow'st for,
Ægeon My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, At eighteen years became inquisitive After his brother; and importun'd me, That his attendant, (for his case was like, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,) Might bear?kim company in quest of him: Whom whilft I labour'd of a love to see, I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd. Five summers have I spent in farthest Greece, Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, And coafting homeward, came to Ephesus: Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unfought, Or that, or any place that harbours men. Burchese must end the story of my life; And happy were I in my timely death, Could all my travels warrant me they live.
Duke. Båptessi Ægeon, whom the fates have markt To bear th’extremity of dire milhap; ?
I therefore, merchant, limit thee this day,
To seek thy life by beneficial help:
[Exeunt Duke, and Train. Jail. I will, my Lord.
Ægeon. Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.
[Exeunt Ægeon, and Jailor.
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Merchant, and
Dromio. Mer. .
THerefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft,
Dro. Many a man would take you at your word, And go indeed, having so good a means.
Ant. A trusty villain, Sir, that very oft,
Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Ant. Farewel 'till then ; I will go lose myself,
Ant. He that commends me to my own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water, That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
You come not home, because you have no ftomach ;
Ant. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray, Where you have left the mony that I gave you?
E Dro. Oh-fix-pence, that I had a Wednesday laft, To
pay the sadler for my mistress' crupper? The sádler had it, Sir; í kept it not, Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now;
1 Tell me and dally not, where is the mony? We being strangers here, how dar'lt thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?
E. Dro. I pray you, jest, Sir, as you sit at dinner : I from my mistress come to you in poft; If I return, I shall be poft indeed ;, For she will score your fault upon my pate: Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock; And strike you home without a messenger. Ant. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of
season; Reserve them 'rill a merrier hour than this: Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
E. Dro. To me, Sir? why, you gave no gold to nie.
Ant. Come on, Sir knave, have done your foolishness; And tell me, how thou halt dispos'd thy charge? E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you from the
mart Home to your house, the Pbænix, Sir, to dinner ; My mistress and her sister ftay for you.
Ant. Now, as I am a christian answer me,
E. Dro. I have some marks of yours upon my pate; Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders;