3 Dro. E. They stand at the door, master, bid them welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold: Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's Dro. E. 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. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out upon thee, hind! Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin, Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, mean you so? Herein you war against your reputation, Once this. Your long experience of her wisdom, Plead on her part some cause to you unknown; For ever housed, where it once gets possession. My wife (but, I protest, without desert) Upon mine hostess there: good Sir, make haste: Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour hence. SCENE II-The same. Enter LUCIANA, and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness: Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted? Being compact of credit,§ that you love us; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : "Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,|| When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. Sweet mistress (what your name is else, I know not, Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show not, By this time. † An old form of porcupine. I. e. being made altogether of credulity. + Shoots. I Light of tongue. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Your weeping sister is no wife of mine, Far more, far more, to you do I decline, Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, Luc. That's my sister. Ant. S. No; It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; Give me thy hand. Luc. O soft, Sir, hold you still; I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will. [Exit Luc. Enter from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Syracuse. Ant. S. Why, how now, Dromio? where run'st thou so fast? Dro. S. Do you know me, Sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself? Ant. S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself. Dro. S. Marry, Sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me. Ant. S. What claim lays she to thee? Dro. S. Marry, Sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast; not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me. Ant. S. What is she? Dro. S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say, sir-reverence: I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. Ant. S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage? Dro. S. Marry, Sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease: and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Ant. S. What complexion is she of? Dro. S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Ant. S. That's a fault that water will mend. Dro. S. No, Sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it. Dro. S. Nell, Sir; but her name and three-quarters, that is, an ell and three-quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. Ant. S. Then she bears some breadth ? Dro. S. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her. Ant. S. In what part of her body stands Ireland? Dro. S. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs. Ant. S. Where Scotland ? Dro. S. I found it by the barrenness: hard, in the palm of the hand. Ant. S. Where France? Dro. S. In her forehead; arm'd and reverted, making war against her hair. Ant. S. Where England? Dro. S. Ilook'd for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Ant. S. Where Spain ? Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in her breath. Ant. S. Where America, the Indies? Dro. S. O, Sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadas of carracks* to be ballast to her nose. Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? * Large ships. 1:0 Dro. S. O, Sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore, I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me; as the mark on my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: and, I think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transformed me to a curtail-dog, and made me turn i' the wheel.t Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently, post to the road; And if the wind blow any way from shore, I will not harbour in this town to-night. Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit here; Ang. Master Antipholus ? Ant. S. Ay, that's my name. Ang. I know it well, Sir: Lo, here is the chain; Ant. S. What is your will, that I should do with this? Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have: And then receive my money for the chain. Ant. S. I pray you, Sir, receive the money now, [Exit. For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more. Ang. You are a merry man, Sir; fare you well. [Exit. Ant. S. What I should think of this, I cannot tell; But this I think, there's no man is so vain, [Exit. |