Will lofe his beauty; and the gold bides ftill, } [Exeunt. Ant. Changes to the Street. Enter Antipholis of Syracufe. HE gold I gave to Dromio is laid up TH Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful flave Is wander'd forth in care to feek me out. By computation, and mine hoft's report, Enter Dromio of Syracufe. How now, Sir? is your merry humour alter'd? S. Dro. What anfwer, Sir? when fpake I fuch a word? That others touch; yet often touching will Wear gold: and fo no man, that hath a name, The fenfe is this, "Gold, indeed. will long bear the handling; "however, often touching, will wear even gold; just fo the great"eft character, tho' as pure as gold itself, may, in time, be injured, by the repeated attacks of falihood and corruption." Ant. Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour fince. S. Dro. Hold, Sir, for God's fake, now your jeft Upon what bargain do you give it me? Ant. Because that I familiarly fometimes S. Dro. Sconce, call you it? fo you would leave S. Dro. Nothing, Sir, but that I am beaten. S. Dro. Ay, Sir, and wherefore; for, they fay, every why hath a wherefore. Ant. Why, first, for flouting me; and then wherefore, for urging it the fecond time to me. 2 - beat this method. - Method, for instruction. S. Dro. S. Dro. Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season, When, in the why, and wherefore, is neither rhime nor reason? Well, Sir, I thank you. Ant. Thank me, Sir, for what? that you S. Dro. Marry, Sir, for this fomething that gave me for nothing. Ant. I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for fomething. But fay, Sir, is it dinner-time? S. Dro. No, Sir, I think, the meat wants that I have. Ant. In good time, Sir, what's that? S. Dro. Bafting. Ant. Well, Sir, then 'twill be dry. S. Dro. If it be, Sir, I pray you eat none of it. S. Dro. Left it make you cholerick, and purchase me another dry-bafting. Ant. Well, Sir, learn to jeft in good time; there's a time for all things. S. Dro. I durft have deny'd that, before you were fo cholerick. Ant. By what rule, Sir? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of father Time himself. Ant. Let's hear it. S. Dro. There's no time for a man to recover his hair, that grows bald by nature. Ant. May he not do it by fine and recovery? S. Dro. Yes, to pay a fine for a peruke, and recover the loft hair of another man. Ant. Why is Time fuch a niggard of hair, being, as it is, fo plentiful an excrement? S. Dro. Because it is a bleffing that he bestows on beafts; and what he hath fcanted men in hair, he hath given (a) them in wit. [(a) men, Mr. Theobald-Vulg. them.] Ant Ant. Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. a S. Dro. Not a man of thofe, but he hath the wit to lose his hair. Ant. Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. S. Dro. The plainer dealer, the fooner loft; yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity. Ant. For what reafon ? S. Dro. For two, and found ones too. Ant. Nay, not fure in a thing falfing. Ant. Name them. S. Dro. The one to fave the money that he fpends in trying the other, that at dinner they fhould not drop in his porridge. Ant. You would all this time have prov'd, there is no time for all things. SS. Dro, Marry, and did, Sir; namely, no time to recover hair loft by nature. Ant. But your reafon was not fubftantial, why there is no time to recover. S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore to the world's end will have bald followers. Ant. I knew, twould be a bald conclufion: but, foft! who wafts us yonder Enter Adriana, and Luciana Adri. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look ftrange and frown, Some other mistress hath thy sweet afpects: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. The time was once, when thou, unurg'd, wouldst vow, That never words were musick to thine eary VOL. III. Q That That never object pleafing in thine eye, • That never touch well welcome to thy hand, • That never meat fweet-favour'd in thy taste, • Unless I fpake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd. How comes it now, my husband, oh, how comes it, That thou art thus eftranged from thy felf? Thy felf I call it, being strange to me: That, undividable, incorporate, Am better than thy dear felf's better part. As take from me thy felf; and not me too. I know thou can'ft; and therefore, fee, thou do it. 3 I am poffefs'd with an adulterate blot ; My blood is mingled with the CRIME of luft:] Both the integrity of the metaphor, and the word blot, in the preceding line, Thew that we should read, with the GRIME of luft: i.e the flain, fmut. So again in this play,—A man may go over shoes in the GRIME of it. Keep |