And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die.
Jailor, take him to thy custody.

[Exeunt Duke, and Train. Jail. I will, my Lord.

Ægeon. Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.

(Exeunt Ægeon, and Jailor.

SCENE II.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Mercbant, and Dromio.

T

Mer. Herefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,

Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day, a Syracusan merchant
Is apprehended for arrival here;
And, not being able to buy out his life,
According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west :
There is your mony, that I had to keep.

Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
And stay there, Dromio, 'till I coine 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 Neep within mine inn;
For with long travel I am stiff and weary.

Get thee away.

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

[Exit Dromio. Ant. A trusty villain, Sir, that very oft, When I am dull with care and melancholy, Lightens my hun our 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 businefs calls me from you now.

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

[Exit Mercbant. SCENE

E 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, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter. Dromio of Ephesus.

Here comes the almanack of my true date.
What now? how chance, thou art return'a so soon ?
E. Dro. Return'd so soon! racher approach'd 100

late:
The capon burns; the pig falls from the spit;
The clock has strucken twelve upon the bell;
My mistress made it one upon my cheek ;
She is so 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. Stop in your wind, Sir; tell me this, I pray, Where you have left the mony that I gave you?

E. Dro. Oh,-six-pence, that I had a Wednesday last, To pay the sadler for my mistress' crupper ? The fadler had it, Sir ; I kept it not.

Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now; Tell me and dally not, where is the mony? We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?

E. Dro. I pray you, jest, Sir, as you fit ac dinner : I from my mistress come to you in poft; If I return, I shall be post 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 '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 foolish

ness;

And tell me, how thou hast 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 stay for you.

Ant. Now, as I am a christian, answer me,
In what safe place you have bestow'd my mony;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos’d:
Where are the thousand marks thou hadst of me ?

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

Ant.

Ant. Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, nave,

halt thou ? E. Dro. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the

Pbænix ;
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 sake, hold

your hands; Nay, an you will not, Sir, I'll take

my

heels.

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

Disguised

eye ;

* That is, over-reached. Thus, by nimble Jugglers, we 2 They say, this town is full are taught that they perform their of couzenage ;]

This was

Tricks by Slight of Hand: and the character the ancients give of by Soul.killing Witches, we are it. Hence 'Epéorce acts ou para informed, the mischief they do was proverbial amongst them. is by the assistance of the Devil, Thos Menander uses it, and 'E pécoce to whom they have given their operala, in the same sense. Souls: But then, by dark-work

WARBURTON. ing Sorcerers, we are not in3 As nimble. Jugglers, that de- structed in the means by which ceive the

they perform their Ends. BeDark working Sorcerers, that fides, this Epithet agrees as well change the mind;

to Witches, as to them ; and Soul-killing Witches, that deform therefore, certainly, our Author

the Body;] Those, who at- could not design This in their tentively consider these three Characteristick. We should read; Lines, muft consider, that the Poet intended, the Epithet given

Drug working Sorcerers, that

change the mind; to each of these miscreants, should declare the power by which they And we know by the Hiperform their fears, and which story of ancient and modern Su. would therefore be a just Cha- perstition, that these kind of racteristick of each of them. Jugglers always pretended to

work

Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many such like liberties of fint :
If it prove so, I will be gone the fooner.
I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this Nave;
I greatly fear, my money is not safe.

[Exit.

A C T II. SCENE I.

The House of Antipholis of Ephesus. .

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

ADRIANA.
EITHER my husband, nor the Nave return'd,

That in such hatte I sent to seek his master!
Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:
Good filter, let us dine, and never fret.
A man is master of his liberty :
Time is their matter ; and when they fee time,
They'll go or come; If so, be patient, sifter.
work Changes of the Mind by mould be read thus,
thefe Applications.

Soul-killing forcerers, that charge
WARBURTON.

the mind; The learned commentator has Dark-working witches, that deendeavoured with much earnest form the body. ness to recommend his altera. This change seems to remove tion ; but, if I may judge of all difficulties. other apprehensions by my own, By ful killing I understand without grcat

success. This in- defroying the rational faculties terp etation of Joul killing, is by such means as make men fanforced and harsh. Sir T. Ann- cy themselves beasts. mer reads, Soul-Jelling, agreeably

liberties of fin :) enough to the common opinion, Sir T. Hanmer reads, Libertines, but without such improvement which, as the author has been as may juftify the change. enumerating not acts but person's, Perhaps the epithets have been seems right. only misplaced, and the lines

Adr.

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