Adr. Why fhould their liberty than ours be more?
Luc. Because their bufinefs, ftill lies out a-door.
Adr. Look, when I ferve him fo, he takes it ill.
Luc. Oh know, he is the bridle of your will.
Adr. There's none but affes, will be bridled fo.
Luc. Why, head-ftrong liberty is lafht with woe.
There's nothing fituate under heaven's eye,
But hath its bound in earth, in fea, in fky:
The beafts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males' subjects, and at their controuls:
Man, more divine, the mafter of all these,
Lord of the wide world, and wide wat❜ry feas,
Indu'd with intellectual fenfe and foul,
Of more preheminence than fish and fowl,
Are mafters to their females, and their lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords.

Adr. This fervitude makes you to keep unwed.
Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed.
Adr. But were you wedded, you would bear fome
fway.

Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey.

Adr. How if your husband start fome other where 1? Luc. 'Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. Patience unmov'd!-no marvel tho' fhe pause '; They can be meek, that have no other caufe: A wretched foul, bruis'd with adverfity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we fhould ourselves complain. So thou, that haft no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience wouldft relieve me: But if thou live to fee like right bereft, This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.

Luc.

Luc. Well, I will marry one day but to try:

Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.

SCENE II.

Enter Dromio of Ephefus.

Adr. Say, is your tardy mafter now at hand? E. Dro. Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness.

Adr. Say, did't thou fpeak with him? know'ft

thou his mind?

E. Dro. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear. Befhrew his hand, I fcarce could understand it.

Luc. Spake he fo doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning?

E. Dro. Nay, he ftruck fo plainly, I could too well feel his blows; and withal fo doubtfully, that I could fcarce understand them.

Adr. But fay, I pry'thee, is he coming home? It seems, he hath great care to please his wife.

E. Dro. Why, mistress, fure, my master is horn mad.

Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain?

E. Dro. I mean not, cuckold-mad; but, fure, he's ftark mad:

When I defired him to come home to dinner,
He afk'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
'Tis dinner-time, quoth I, my gold, quoth he:
Your meat doth burn, quoth I; my gold, quoth he:
Will you come home, quoth I? my gold, quoth he:
Where is the thofand marks I gave thee, villain?
The pig, quoth I, is burn'd; my gold, quoth he.
My miftrefs, Sir, quoth I; hang up thy mistress;
I know not thy miftrefs; out on thy miftrefs!

that patience which is fo near to idiotical fimplicity, that your next relation would take advantage

from it to represent you as a fool and beg the guardianship of your fortune.

Luc.

Luc. Quoth who?

E. Dro. Quoth my mafter:

I know, quoth he, no house, no wife, no mistress
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,

I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders:
For, in conclufion, he did beat me there.

Adr. Go back again thou flave, and fetch him home.

E. Dro. Go back again, and be new beaten home? For God's fake, fend forme other meffenger.

Adr. Back, flave, or I will break thy pate acrofs. E. Dro. And he will bless that crofs with other beat

ing:

Between you I fhall have a holy head:

Adr. Hence, prating peasant, fetch thy mafter home. E. Dro. Am I fo round with you as you with me, That like a foot-ball you do fpurn me thus? You fpurn me hence, and he will fpurn me hither: If I laft in this service, you must cafe me in leather.

[Exit.

Luc. Fy, how impatience lowreth in your face!
Ard. His company muft do his minions grace,
Whilft I at home ftarve for a merry look:
Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? then, he hath wafted it.
Are my difcourfes dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be mar'd,
Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard.
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my ftate.
What ruins are in me, that can be found
By him not ruin'd? then, is he the ground

Am I fo round with you as you with me,] He plays upon the word round, which fig mifieth spherical applied to him

felf, and unrestrained, or free in Speech or action, spoken of his miftrefs. So the king in Hamlet bids the queen be round with her fon. I 2

Of

Of my defeatures. My decayed fair
A funny look of his would foon repair.
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale,

And feeds from home; poor I am but his ftale ".
Luc. Self-harming jealoufy!-fy, bear it hence.
Adr. Unfeeling fools can with fuch wrongs difpenfe:
I know, his eye doth homage other-where;
Or else what lets it, but he would be here?
Sifter you know he promis'd me a chain;
Would that alone, alone, he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed.
I fee, the jewel, beft enamelled',

Will lofe his beauty; and the gold 'bides ftill,
That others touch; yet often touching will
Wear gold and fo no man, that hath a name,
But falfhood, and corruption, doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
Luc. How many fond fools ferve mad jealoufy!

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SCENE VI.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

Ant. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
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,
I could not speak with Dromio, fince at first
I fent him from the mart. See, here he comes.

Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

How now, Sir? is your merry humour alter'd?
As you love strokes, fo jeft with me again.
You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold?
Your mistress fent to have me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phenix? waft thou mad,
That thus fo madly thou didst answer me?

S. Dro. What answer, Sir? when spake I such a word?

Ant. Even now, even here, not half an hour fince. S. Dro. I did not fee you fince you fent me herce Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me. Ant. Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt; And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner; For which, I hope, thou felt'ft I was displeas'd. S. Dro. I'm glad to fee you in this merry vein : What means this jeft, I pray you, mafter, tell me? Ant. Yea, doft thou jeer and flout me in the teeth? Think'ft thou, I jeft? hold, take thou that, and that. [Beats Dro. S. Dro. Hold, Sir, for God's fake, now your jest

is earnest;

Upon what bargain do you give it me?
Ant. Because that I familiarly fometimes