And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die.

Jailor, take him to thy cuftody.

Jail. I will, my Lord.

[Exeunt Duke, and Train.

Egeon. Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend, But to procraftinate his livelefs end.

[Exeunt geon, and Jailor.

SCENE II.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Merchant, and Dromio.

Mer.

T

Herefore give out, you are of Epidamnum, Left that your goods too foon be confifcate. This very day, a Syracufan merchant

Is apprehended for arrival here;

And, not being able to buy out his life,
According to the ftatute of the town,
Dies ere the weary fun fet in the weft:
There is your mony, that I had to keep.

Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft,
And stay there, Dromio, 'till I come to thee:
Within this hour it will be dinner-time;
'Till that I'll view the manners of the town,
Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return and fleep within mine inn;
For with long travel I am ftiff and weary.
Get thee away.

Dro. Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having fo good a means.

[Exit Dromio.

Ant. A trufty villain, Sir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my humour with his merry jests. What, will you walk with me about the town,

And

And then go to the inn, and dine with me?
Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit:
I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,
Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And afterward confort with you 'till bed-time:
My present bufinefs calls me from you now.

Ant. Farewel 'till then; I will go lofe myself,
And wander up and down to view the city.
Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content.
[Exit Merchant.

SCENE III.

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 feeks another drop,
Who falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unfeen, inquifitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother and a brother,
In queft of them, unhappy, lofe myself.

Enter Dromio of Ephefus.

Here comes the almanack of my true date.
What now? how chance, thou art return'd fo foon?
E. Dro. Return'd fo foon! rather approach'd too
late:

The capon burns; the pig falls from the fpit;
The clock has ftrucken twelve upon the bell;
My mistress made it one upon my cheek;
She is fo hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;
You come not home, because you have no ftomach
You have no ftomach, having broke your falt;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.

Ant

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 last, To pay the fadler for my mistress' crupper The fadler had it, Sir; I kept it not.

Ant. I am not in a fportive humour now; Tell me and dally not, where is the mony? We being ftrangers here, how dar'ft thou truft So great a charge from thine own cuftody?

E. Dro. I pray you, jeft, Sir, as you fit at dinner:
I from my mistress come to you in poft;
If I return, I fhall be poft indeed;

For fhe will score your fault upon my pate:
Methinks, your maw, like mine, fhould be your clock;
And ftrike you home without a meffenger.

Ant. Come, Dromio, come, thefe jefts are out of feafon :

Referve them 'till 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 me. Ant. Come on, Sir knave, have done your foolifhnefs;

And tell me, how thou haft difpos'd thy charge?
E. Dro. My charge was but to fetch you from the

mart

Home to your house, the Phenix, Sir, to dinner;
My mistress and her fifter ftay for you.

Ant. Now, as I am a chriftian, answer me,
In what fafe place you have beftow'd my mony;
Or I fhall break that merry fconce of yours,
That ftands on tricks when I am undispos'd:
Where are the thousand marks thou hadft of me?

E. Dro. I have fome marks of yours upon my pate;
Some of my mistress' marks upon my fhoulders;
But not a thoufand marks between you both.
If I should pay your worship thofe again,
Perhaps, you will not bear them patiently.

Ant.

Ant. Thy miftrefs' marks? what miftrefs, flave,

haft thou?

E. Dro. Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phonix ;

She, that doth faft, 'till you come home to dinner; And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Ant. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Being forbid? there take you that, Sir knave.

E. Dro. What mean you, Sir? for God's fake, hold your hands;

Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take my heels.
[Exit Dromio.

Ant. Upon my life, by fome device or other,
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
They say, this town is full of couzenage2;
As nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye 3;
Dark-working forcerers, that change the mind;
Soul-killing witches, that deform the body;

Difguifed

Thus, by nimble Jugglers, we are taught that they perform their Tricks by Slight of Hand: and by Soul-killing Witches, we are informed, the mischief they do is by the affiftance of the Devil, to whom they have given their Souls: But then, by dark-working Sorcerers, we are not inftructed in the means by which they perform their Ends. Befides, this Epithet agrees as well to Witches, as to them; and therefore, certainly, our Author could not defign This in their Characteristick. We should read;

Drug working Sorcerers, that

change the mind;

Difguifed cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many fuch like liberties of fin*:
If it prove fo, I will be gone the fooner.
I'll to the Centaur, to go feek this flave;
I greatly fear, my money is not safe.

ACT

N

II.

[Exit.

SCENE I.

The House of Antipholis of Ephefus.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

ADRIAN A.

EITHER my hufband, nor the flave return'd, That in fuch hafte I fent to feek his matter! Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

Luc. Perhaps, fome merchant hath invited him, And from the mart he's fomewhere gone to dinner : Good fifter, let us dine, and never fret.

A man is master of his liberty:

Time is their mafter; and when they fee time,
They'll go or come; If fo, be patient, fifter.

work Changes of the Mind by
thefe Applications.

WARBURTON. The learned commentator has endeavoured with much earnestness to recommend his alteration; but, if I may judge of other apprehenfions by my own, without great fuccefs. This interp etation of foul killing, is forced and harsh. Sir T. Hanmer reads, Soul-felling, agreeably enough to the common opinion, but without fuch improvement

may juftify the change. Perhaps the epithets have been only misplaced, and the lines

fhould be read thus,
Soul-killing forcerers, that charge
the mind;
Dark-working witches, that de-
form the body.
This change feems to remove
all difficulties.

By ful killing I understand defroying the rational faculties by fuch means as make men fancy themfelves beasts.

4

liberties of fin:] Sir T. Hanmer reads, Libertines, which, as the author has been enumerating not acts but perfons, feems right.

Adr.