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And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die.
[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.
Changes to the Street.
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, a Mercbant, and Dromio.
Mer. Herefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
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 then go to the inn, and dine with me?
Mer. I am invited, Sir, to certain merchants,
Ant. Farewel 'till then ; I will go lose myself,
[Exit Mercbant. SCENE
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.
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
And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge?
Ant. Now, as I am a christian, answer me,
E. Dro. I have some marks of yours upon my pate ;
Ant. Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, nave,
halt thou ? E. Dro. Your worship’s wife, my mistress at the
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
[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 ;
* That is, over-reached. Thus, by nimble Jugglers, we 2 They say, this town is full are taught that they perform their of couzenage ;]
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
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
A C T II. SCENE I.
The House of Antipholis of Ephesus. .
Enter Adriana and Luciana.
That in such hatte I sent to seek his master!
Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him,
Soul-killing forcerers, that charge
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