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E. Ant. I think, thou art an ass.
E. Dro. Marry, so it don't appear (10) By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear; I should kick, being kickt; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
E. Ant.Y’are fad,SigniorBalthazar. Pray God,our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome here. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your wel.
come dear. E. Ant. Ah, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table-full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish. Bal. Good meat, Sir, is common ; that
churl affords. E. Ant.. And welcome more common; for that's
nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and good welcome, makes a merry
feaft. E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly hoft, and more sparing gueft: But tho? my cates be mean, take them in good part; Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart. But soft; my door is lockt; go bid them let us in.
E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginns S. Dro. within. Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
idiot, patch, Either get thee from the door, or fit down at the hatch:: Doft thou conjure for wenches, that thou call’A for such
fore, When one is one too many i go, get thee from the door.. E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my master
ftays in the street. Dro. Let him walk fromwhence he came, left he
catch cold on's feet.
(10) Marry, so it doth appear
By the wrongs I suffer, and tbe b?ows I bear.] Thus all the printed copies; hut, certainly, this is cross-purposes in reasoning. It appears, Dromio is an ass by. bis making no refitance : because an ass, being kick'd, kicks again. Qur author never argues at this wild zate, where his texas is gepuine.
E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the door.
to-day. S. Dro: Nor to-day here you must not: come again,
when you may E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'it me out from the
house I owe ? S. Dro. The porter, for this time, Sif, and my name
is Dromio. E. Dro. O villain, thơu haft ftoll'n both mine office and
my name : The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. If thou hadft been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would't have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy
name for an ass. Luce. within. What a coile is there, Dromio? who are
thofe at the gate ? E. Dro. Let my master in, Luce.
Luce. Faith, no; he comes too late ; And so tell
mafter.. E. Dro. O lord, I muft laugh; Have at you with a Proverb. --Shall I fet in my staff?,
Luce. Have at you with another; that's, when, . сар:
. If thy name be call'd Luce, Luce, thou hat
'answer'd him well. E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion, you'll let us in, I trow?
Luce. I thought to have askt you.
£, Ant. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the
door down. Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in
the town? Adr. within. Who is that at the door, that keeps all
this noise ? S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with
unruly boys. E. Ant. Are you there, wife? you might have come
before. Adr. Your wife, Sir knave! go, get you from the
door. E. Dro. If you went in pain, mafter, this knaue
would fore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, Sir, nor welcome; we
would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was beft, we all part with
neither. E. Dro. They ftand at the doon, maler; bid them
welcome hither. E. Ant. There's something in the wind, that we can
not get in. E. Dro. You would say faj, mafter, if your garments
were thin. Your cake here is warm within: you tand here in the
cold: It would make a man madi as a buck to be fo-bought
and fold. E. Ant. Gofetch me something, I'll break ope the gates S. Dro.. Break any thing here, and I'll break your
knave's pate. E. Dro. A man may break a word with you, Sir, and
words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. S. Dro. It seems, thou wanteft breaking; out upon
thee hind ! E. Dro. Here's too much, out, upon thee! I pray thee,
let me in. S. Dro. Ay, when-fowls have no feathers, and filha. have no fin.
E. Ant. Well, I'll break in; go borrow me a crow.
E.Dro. Acrow without feather, mafter, mean you fo? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather: Ha crow help us in, firrah; we'll pluck a crow together.
E. Ant. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crowa
Bal. Have patience, Sir: oh, let it not be fo. Herein you war against your reputation, And draw within the compass of süfpe&t Th’unviolated honour of your wife. Once, this;- your long experience of her wisdom, Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; And doubt not, Sir, but she will well excufe, Why at this time the doors are barr'd against you.. Be rul'd by me, depart in patience, And let us to the Tyger all to dinner ; And about evening come yourself alone, To know the reason of this Atrange restraints If by strong hand you offer to break in, Now in the stirring passage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made of it; And that supposed by the common rout; Against your yet ungalled estimation, That may with foul intrufion enter in, And dwell upon your grave when you are dead': For flander lives
upon Tucceffion; For ever hous’d,, where it once gets possession.
E. Ant. You have prevail'd'; I will depart in quiet;. And, in despight of wrath, (11), mean to be merry. I know a wench of excellent discourse, Pretty and witty, wild, and, yet too, gentle; There will we dine: this woman that I mean, My wife (but, I proteit, without desert,); Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
(11) And, in despigbe of Mirth, ) In despight of what Mirib? We don't find, that it was any joke,' or matter of mirth, to be shut out of doors by his wife. I make no doubt therefore, but I have restor’d the true reading. Antipbolis's passion is plain enough all thro' this fcene: and, in the next act, we find him confelling how angry he was at this juncture.- And did not I in rage depart from tbence. The circumstances, I think, fufficiently justify my emendation,
Luc. A A husband's office? Shall, Antipholis, hate,
To her will we to dinner. Get you home,
ND may it be, that you have quite forgot (12) Ev'n in the spring of love, thy love-springs roti Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate? If
you did wed my fister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's fake use her with more kindness.; - Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth ;
Muffe your false love with some new of blindness; Let not my fifter read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Apparel vice, like virtue's harbinger;
Teach fin the carriage of a holy saint;
What fimple thief brags of his own attaint? 'Tis double wrong to truant with your
bed, And let her read it in thy looks at board: Shame hath a bastard.fame, well managed ; Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word:
Atas (12) And may it be, bat you have quite forgot
An busband's office ? Sball, Antipholis,
Sball love in buildings grow so ruinate ? ] This passage has. hitherto labour'd under a double corruption. What conceit could our