E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my master ftays in the street.

S. Dro. Let him walk ftom whence he came, left he catch cold on's feet.

E. Ant. Who talks within there? ho, open the door. S. Dro. Right, fir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me wherefore.

E. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner, I have not din'd

to-day.

S. Dro. Nor to-day here you must not; come again, when you may.

E. Ant. What art thou, that keep'ft me out from the house I owe?

S. Dro. The porter for this time, fir, and my name is Dromio.

E. Dro. O villain, thou haft ftolen 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 coil is there! Dromio, who are thofe at the gate?

E. Dro. Let my mafter in, Luce.

Luce. Faith no; he comes too late; your master.

And fo tell

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? can you tell?

S. Dro. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou haft anfwer'd him well.

E. Ant. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in "I

trow?

Luce. I thought to have afk'd you.

S. Dro. And you faid, no.

E. Dro. So, come, help; well ftruck; there was blow for blow.

E. Ant. Thou baggage let me in.
Luce. Can you tell for whofe fake?
E. Dro. Mafter, knock the door hard.

Luce. Let him knock 'till it ake.

E. 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 noife?

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, fir knave! go, get you from the door. E. Dro. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go fore.

Ang. Here is neither cheer, fir, nor welcome; we would fain have either.

Bal. In debating which was beft, we fhall part with neither.

E. Dro. They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.

E. Ant. There is fomething in the wind, that we cannot get in.

E. Dro. You would fay fo, mafter, if your garments

were thin.

I hope.

part with]-partake of.

Your

Your cake here is warm within; you ftand here in the cold: It would make a man mad as a buck, to be fo bought and fold.

E. Ant. Go, fetch me fomething, I'll break ope the gate. S. Dro. Break any thing here, and I'll break your knave's pate.

E. Dro. A man may break a word with you, fir; and words are but wind;

Ay, and break it in your face, fo he break it not behind. S. Dro. It feems, thou wanteft breaking; Out upon

thee, hind!

E. Dro. Here's too much, out upon thee! I

let me in.

thee! I pray thee,

S. Dro. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have

no fin.

E. Ant. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a crow.
E. Dro. A crow without feather; mafter, mean you fo?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather:
If a crow help us in, firrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
E. Ant. Go get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow.
Bal. Have patience, fir; oh, let it not be fo;
Herein you war against your reputation,

And draw within the compafs of fufpect
The unviolated honour of your wife.

'Once this,-Your long experience of her wisdom,
Her fober virtue, years, and modefty,

Plead on her part fome caufe to you unknown;
And doubt not, fir, but fhe will well excufe,
Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,

P bought and fold.] "-Dicken thy mafter is bought and fold."
RICHARD III, A&t V, S. 3. K. Rich.

१ a crow.]-pun; an iron inftrument, and a bird.

• we'll pluck a crow together.]—try which of us is the better man.

Once this,]-For once let me fay this.

And

And let us to the Tyger all to dinner :
And, about evening, come yourself alone,
To know the reafon of this ftrange restraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in,
Now in the stirring paffage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that fuppofed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled eftimátion,
That with foul intrufion enter in,

may

And dwell upon your grave when you are dead :
For flander "lives upon fucceffion;

For ever hous'd, where it once gets poffeffion.

E. Ant. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
And, in defpight of mirth, 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 protest, without defert)
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;
To her will we to dinner.-Get you home,
And fetch the chain; by this, I know, 'tis made:
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porcupine;

For there's the house; that chain will I bestow,
(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)
Upon mine hoftefs there: good fir, make hafte:
Since my own doors refuse to entertain me,
I'll knock elsewhere, to fee if they'll disdain me.

t

Ang. I'll meet you at that place, fome hour, fir, hence. E. Ant. Do fo; This jeft fhall coft me fome expence.

that fuppofed]-fuch conjectures framed and propagated.

[Exeunt.

lives upon jucceffion;]-by fucceffive progreflion from month to

mouth.

win defpight of mirth,]-to fhew my contempt of this ftrange prank.

SCENE

The boufe of Antipholis of Ephefus.

Enter Luciana with Antipholis of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot A hufband's office? thall, Antipholus,

X

Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?
Shall love, in building, grow fo ruinous ?

Уу

If you did wed my fifter for her wealth,

Then, for her wealth's fake, ufe her with more kind

nefs:

Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;

Muffle

your

falfe love with fome fhew of blindness:

Let not my fifter read it in your eye;

Be not thy tongue thy own fhame's orator;
Look fweet, fpeak fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice, like virtue's harbinger :
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach fin the carriage of a holy faint;

Be fecret falfe; What need fhe be acquainted?
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 baftard fame, well managed;
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Alas, poor women! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit, that you love us;
Though others have the arm, fhew us the fleeve;

* love-fprings]-buds, first shoots.

y

grow fo ruinous ?] "Left growing ruinous the building fall." Two GENTLEMEN OF VERONA, A& V, S. 3. Val.

compact of credit,]-made up of credulity.

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