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The Comedie of Errors

Actus primusScena prima.

Enter the Duke of Ephesuswith the Merchant of SiracusaIaylor
other attendants.

Marchant. Proceed Solinus to procure my fall
And by the doome of death end woes and all

Duke. Merchant of Siracusaplead no more.

I am not partiall to infringe our Lawes;

The enmity and discord which of late

Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke

To Merchants our well-dealing Countrimen

Who wanting gilders to redeeme their liues

Haue seal'd his rigorous statutes with their blouds

Excludes all pitty from our threatning lookes:

For since the mortall and intestine iarres

Twixt thy seditious Countrimen and vs

It hath in solemne Synodes beene decreed

Both by the Siracusians and our selues

To admit no trafficke to our aduerse townes:

Nay moreif any borne at Ephesus

Be seene at any Siracusian Marts and Fayres:

Againeif any Siracusian borne

Come to the Bay of Ephesushe dies:

His goods confiscate to the Dukes dispose

Vnlesse a thousand markes be leuied

To quit the penaltyand to ransome him:

Thy substancevalued at the highest rate

Cannot amount vnto a hundred Markes

Therefore by Law thou art condemn'd to die

Mer. Yet this my comfortwhen your words are done
My woes end likewise with the euening Sonne

Duk. Well Siracusian; say in briefe the cause

Why thou departedst from thy natiue home?

And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus

Mer. A heauier taske could not haue beene impos'd

Then I to speake my griefes vnspeakeable:

Yet that the world may witnesse that my end

Was wrought by naturenot by vile offence

Ile vtter what my sorrow giues me leaue.

In Syracusa was I borneand wedde

Vnto a womanhappy but for me

And by me; had not our hap beene bad:

With her I liu'd in ioyour wealth increast

By prosperous voyages I often made

To Epidamiumtill my factors death

And he great care of goods at randone left

Drew me from kinde embracements of my spouse;

From whom my absence was not sixe moneths olde

Before her selfe (almost at fainting vnder

The pleasing punishment that women beare)

Had made prouision for her following me
And sooneand safearriued where I was:
There had she not beene longbut she became
A ioyfull mother of two goodly sonnes:
Andwhich was strangethe one so like the other
As could not be distinguish'd but by names.
That very howreand in the selfe-same Inne
A meane woman was deliuered
Of such a burthen Maletwins both alike:
Thosefor their parents were exceeding poore
I boughtand brought vp to attend my sonnes.
My wifenot meanely prowd of two such boyes
Made daily motions for our home returne:
Vnwilling I agreedalastoo soone wee came aboord.
A league from Epidamium had we saild
Before the alwaies winde-obeying deepe
Gaue any Tragicke Instance of our harme:
But longer did we not retaine much hope;
For what obscured light the heauens did grant
Did but conuay vnto our fearefull mindes
A doubtfull warrant of immediate death
Which though my selfe would gladly haue imbrac'd
Yet the incessant weepings of my wife
Weeping before for what she saw must come
And pitteous playnings of the prettie babes
That mourn'd for fashionignorant what to feare
Forst me to seeke delayes for them and me
And this it was: (for other meanes was none)
The Sailors sought for safety by our boate
And left the ship then sinking ripe to vs.
My wifemore carefull for the latter borne
Had fastned him vnto a small spare Mast
Such as sea-faring men prouide for stormes:
To him one of the other twins was bound
Whil'st I had beene like heedfull of the other.
The children thus dispos'dmy wife and I
Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fixt
Fastned our selues at eyther end the mast
And floating straightobedient to the streame
Was carried towards Corinthas we thought.
At length the sonne gazing vpon the earth
Disperst those vapours that offended vs
And by the benefit of his wished light
The seas waxt calmeand we discouered
Two shippes from farremaking amaine to vs:
Of Corinth thatof Epidarus this
But ere they cameoh let me say no more
Gather the sequell by that went before

Duk. Nay forward old mandoe not breake off so
For we may pittythough not pardon thee

Merch. Oh had the gods done soI had not now

Worthily tearm'd them mercilesse to vs:

For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues

We were encountred by a mighty rocke

Which being violently borne vp

Our helpefull ship was splitted in the midst;

So that in this vniust diuorce of vs

Fortune had left to both of vs alike

What to delight inwhat to sorrow for

Her partpoore souleseeming as burdened

With lesser waightbut not with lesser woe

Was carried with more speed before the winde

And in our sight they three were taken vp
By Fishermen of Corinthas we thought.
At length another ship had seiz'd on vs
And knowing whom it was their hap to saue
Gaue healthfull welcome to their ship-wrackt guests
And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey
Had not their backe beene very slow of saile;
And therefore homeward did they bend their course.
Thus haue you heard me seuer'd from my blisse
That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd
To tell sad stories of my owne mishaps

Duke. And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for
Doe me the fauour to dilate at full
What haue befalne of them and they till now

Merch. My yongest boyand yet my eldest care
At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue
After his brother; and importun'd me
That his attendantso his case was like
Reft of his brotherbut retain'd his name
Might beare him company in the quest of him:
Whom whil'st I laboured of a loue to see
I hazarded the losse of whom I lou'd.
Fiue Sommers haue I spent in farthest Greece
Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia
And coasting homewardcame to Ephesus:
Hopelesse to findeyet loth to leaue vnsought
Or thator any place that harbours men:
But heere must end the story of my life
And happy were I in my timelie death
Could all my trauells warrant me they liue

Duke. Haplesse Egeon whom the fates haue markt
To beare the extremitie of dire mishap:
Now trust mewere it not against our Lawes
Against my Crownemy oathmy dignity
Which Princes would they may not disanull
My soule should sue as aduocate for thee:
But though thou art adiudged to the death
And passed sentence may not be recal'd
But to our honours great disparagement:
Yet will I fauour thee in what I can;
Therefore MarchantIle limit thee this day
To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe
Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus
Beg thouor borrowto make vp the summe
And liue: if nothen thou art doom'd to die:
Iaylortake him to thy custodie

Iaylor. I will my Lord

Merch. Hopelesse and helpelesse doth Egean wend
But to procrastinate his liuelesse end.


Enter Antipholis Erotesa Marchantand Dromio.

Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium
Lest that your goods too soone be confiscate:
This very day a Syracusian Marchant
Is apprehended for a riuall here
And not being able to buy out his life

According to the statute of the towne
Dies ere the wearie sunne set in the West:
There is your monie that I had to keepe

Ant. Goe beare it to the Centaurewhere we host
And stay there Dromiotill I come to thee;
Within this houre it will be dinner time
Till that Ile view the manners of the towne
Peruse the tradersgaze vpon the buildings
And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne
For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie.
Get thee away

Dro. Many a man would take you at your word
And goe indeedehauing so good a meane.

Exit Dromio.

Ant. A trustie villaine sirthat very oft
When I am dull with care and melancholly
Lightens my humour with his merry iests:
What will you walke with me about the towne
And then goe to my Inne and dine with me?

E.Mar. I am inuited sir to certaine Marchants
Of whom I hope to make much benefit:
I craue your pardonsoone at fiue a clocke
Please youIle meete with you vpon the Mart
And afterward consort you till bed time:
My present businesse cals me from you now

Ant. Farewell till then: I will goe loose my selfe
And wander vp and downe to view the Citie

E.Mar. SirI commend you to your owne content.


Ant. He that commends me to mine owne content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get:
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the Ocean seekes another drop
Who falling there to finde his fellow forth
(Vnseeneinquisitiue) confounds himselfe.
So Ito finde a Mother and a Brother
In quest of them (vnhappie a) loose my selfe.

Enter Dromio of Ephesus.

Here comes the almanacke of my true date:
What now? How chance thou art return'd so soone

E.Dro. Return'd so soonerather approacht too late:
The Capon burnesthe Pig fals from the spit;
The clocke hath strucken twelue vpon the bell:
My Mistris made it one vpon my cheeke:
She is so hot because the meate is colde:
The meate is coldebecause you come not home:
You come not homebecause you haue no stomacke:
You haue no stomackehauing broke your fast:
But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
Are penitent for your default to day

Ant. Stop in your winde sirtell me this I pray?
Where haue you left the mony that I gaue you

E.Dro. Oh sixe pence that I had a wensday last
To pay the Sadler for my Mistris crupper:
The Sadler had it SirI kept it not

Ant. I am not in a sportiue humor now:
Tell meand dally notwhere is the monie?
We being strangers herehow dar'st thou trust
So great a charge from thine owne custodie

E.Dro. I pray you iest sir as you sit at dinner:
I from my Mistris come to you in post:
If I returne I shall be post indeede.
For she will scoure your fault vpon my pate:
Me thinkes your mawlike mineshould be your cooke
And strike you home without a messenger

Ant. Come Dromiocomethese iests are out of season
Reserue them till a merrier houre then this:
Where is the gold I gaue in charge to thee?

E.Dro. To me sir? why you gaue no gold to me?
Ant. Come on sir knauehaue done your foolishnes
And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge

E.Dro. My charge was but to fetch you fro[m] the Mart
Home to your housethe Phoenix sirto dinner;
My Mistris and her sister staies for you

Ant. Now as I am a Christian answer me
In what safe place you haue bestow'd my monie;
Or I shall breake that merrie sconce of yours
That stands on trickswhen I am vndispos'd:
Where is the thousand Markes thou hadst of me?

E.Dro. I haue some markes of yours vpon my pate:
Some of my Mistris markes vpon my shoulders:
But not a thousand markes betweene you both.
If I should pay your worship those againe
Perchance you will not beare them patiently

Ant. Thy Mistris markes? what Mistris slaue hast thou?

E.Dro. Your worships wifemy Mistris at the Phoenix;
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner:
And praies that you will hie you home to dinner

Ant. What wilt thou flout me thus vnto my face
Being forbid? There take you that sir knaue

E.Dro. What meane you sirfor God sake hold your hands:
Nayand you will not sirIle take my heeles.

Exeunt. Dromio Ep.

Ant. Vpon my life by some deuise or other
The villaine is ore-wrought of all my monie.
They say this towne is full of cosenage:
As nimble Iuglers that deceiue the eie:
Darke working Sorcerers that change the minde:
Soule-killing Witchesthat deforme the bodie:
Disguised Cheatersprating Mountebankes;
And manie such like liberties of sinne:
If it proue soI will be gone the sooner:
Ile to the Centaur to goe seeke this slaue
I greatly feare my monie is not safe.


Actus Secundus.

Enter Adrianawife to Antipholis Sereptuswith Luciana her

Adr. Neither my husband nor the slaue return'd
That in such haste I sent to seeke his Master?
Sure Luciana it is two a clocke

Luc. Perhaps some Merchant hath inuited him
And from the Mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:
Good Sister let vs dineand neuer fret;
A man is Master of his libertie:
Time is their Masterand when they see time
They'll goe or come; if sobe patient Sister

Adr. Why should their libertie then ours be more?
Luc. Because their businesse still lies out adore

Adr. Looke when I serue him sohe takes it thus

Luc. Ohknow he is the bridle of your will

Adr. There's none but asses will be bridled so

Luc. Whyheadstrong liberty is lasht with woe:
There's nothing situate vnder heauens eye
But hath his bound in earthin seain skie.
The beaststhe fishesand the winged fowles
Are their males subiectsand at their controules:
Man more diuinethe Master of all these
Lord of the wide worldand wilde watry seas
Indued with intellectuall sence and soules
Of more preheminence then fish and fowles
Are masters to their femalesand their Lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords

Adri. This seruitude makes you to keepe vnwed

Luci. Not thisbut troubles of the marriage bed

Adr. But were you weddedyou wold bear some sway
Luc. Ere I learne loueIle practise to obey

Adr. How if your husband start some other where?
Luc. Till he come home againeI would forbeare

Adr. Patience vnmou'dno maruel though she pause
They can be meekethat haue no other cause:
A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie
We bid be quiet when we heare it crie.
But were we burdned with like waight of paine
As muchor morewe should our selues complaine:
So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee
With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me;
But if thou liue to see like right bereft
This foole-beg'd patience in thee will be left

Luci. WellI will marry one day but to trie:
Heere comes your mannow is your husband nie.

Enter Dromio Eph.

Adr. Sayis your tardie master now at hand?
E.Dro. Nayhee's at too hands with meeand that my
two eares can witnesse

Adr. Saydidst thou speake with him? knowst thou
his minde?
E.Dro. IIhe told his minde vpon mine eare
Beshrew his handI scarce could vnderstand it

Luc. Spake hee so doubtfullythou couldst not feele
his meaning

E.Dro. Nayhee strooke so plainlyI could too well
feele his blowes; and withall so doubtfullythat I could
scarce vnderstand them

Adri. But sayI pretheeis he comming home?
It seemes he hath great care to please his wife

E.Dro. Why Mistressesure my Master is horne mad

Adri. Horne madthou villaine?

E.Dro. I meane not Cuckold mad
But sure he is starke mad:
When I desir'd him to come home to dinner
He ask'd me for a hundred markes in gold:
'Tis dinner timequoth I: my goldquoth he:
Your meat doth burnequoth I: my gold quoth he:
Will you comequoth I: my goldquoth he;
Where is the thousand markes I gaue thee villaine?
The Pigge quoth Iis burn'd: my goldquoth he:
My mistressesirquoth I: hang vp thy Mistresse:
I know not thy mistresseout on thy mistresse

Luci. Quoth who?

E.Dr. Quoth my MasterI know quoth heno house
no wifeno mistresse: so that my arrant due vnto my
tongueI thanke himI bare home vpon my shoulders:
for in conclusionhe did beat me there

Adri. Go back againethou slaue& fetch him home

Dro. Goe backe againeand be new beaten home?
For Gods sake send some other messenger

Adri. Backe slaueor I will breake thy pate a-crosse

Dro. And he will blesse y crosse with other beating:
Betweene youI shall haue a holy head

Adri. Hence prating pesantfetch thy Master home

Dro. Am I so round with youas you with me
That like a foot-ball you doe spurne me thus:
You spurne me henceand he will spurne me hither
If I last in this seruiceyou must case me in leather

Luci. Fie how impatience lowreth in your face

Adri. His company must do his minions grace
Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie looke:
Hath homelie age th' alluring beauty tooke

From my poore cheeke? then he hath wasted it.
Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit
If voluble and sharpe discourse be mar'd
Vnkindnesse blunts it more then marble hard.
Doe their gay vestments his affections baite?
That's not my faulthee's master of my state.
What ruines are in me that can be found
By him not ruin'd? Then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed faire
A sunnie looke of hiswould soone repaire.
Buttoo vnruly Deerehe breakes the pale
And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale

Luci. Selfe-harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence

Ad. Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:
I know his eye doth homage other-where
Or elsewhat lets it but he would be here?
Sisteryou know he promis'd me a chaine
Would that alonea loue he would detaine
So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:
I see the Iewell best enamaled
Will loose his beautie: yet the gold bides still
That others touchand often touching will
Where gold and no man that hath a name
By falshood and corruption doth it shame:
Since that my beautie cannot please his eie
Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die

Luci. How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?


Enter Antipholis Errotis.

Ant. The gold I gaue to Dromio is laid vp
Safe at the Centaurand the heedfull slaue
Is wandred forth in care to seeke me out
By computation and mine hosts report.
I could not speake with Dromiosince at first
I sent him from the Mart? see here he comes.

Enter Dromio Siracusia.

How now siris your merrie humor alter'd?
As you loue stroakesso iest with me againe:
You know no Centaur? you receiu'd no gold?
Your Mistresse sent to haue me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad
That thus so madlie thou did didst answere me?

S.Dro. What answer sir? when spake I such a word?
E.Ant. Euen noweuen herenot halfe an howre since

S.Dro. I did not see you since you sent me hence
Home to the Centaur with the gold you gaue me

Ant. Villainethou didst denie the golds receit
And toldst me of a Mistresseand a dinner
For which I hope thou feltst I was displeas'd

S.Dro. I am glad to see you in this merrie vaine
What meanes this iestI pray you Master tell me?
Ant. Yeadost thou ieere & flowt me in the teeth?
Thinkst y I iest? holdtake thou that& that.

Beats Dro.

S.Dr. Hold sirfor Gods sakenow your iest is earnest
Vpon what bargaine do you giue it me?

Antiph. Because that I familiarlie sometimes
Doe vse you for my fooleand chat with you
Your sawcinesse will iest vpon my loue
And make a Common of my serious howres
When the sunne shineslet foolish gnats make sport
But creepe in crannieswhen he hides his beames:
If you will iest with meknow my aspect
And fashion your demeanor to my lookes
Or I will beat this method in your sconce

S.Dro. Sconce call you it? so you would leaue battering
I had rather haue it a headand you vse these blows
longI must get a sconce for my headand Insconce it
toor else I shall seek my wit in my shouldersbut I pray
sirwhy am I beaten?

Ant. Dost thou not know?

S.Dro. Nothing sirbut that I am beaten

Ant. Shall I tell you why?
S.Dro. I sirand wherefore; for they sayeuery why
hath a wherefore

Ant. Why first for flowting meand then wherefore
for vrging it the second time to me

S.Dro. Was there euer anie man thus beaten out of
seasonwhen in the why and the whereforeis neither
rime nor reason. Well sirI thanke you

Ant. Thanke me sirfor what?
S.Dro. Marry sirfor this something that you gaue me
for nothing

Ant. Ile make you amends nextto giue you nothing
for something. But say siris it dinner time?
S.Dro. No sirI thinke the meat wants that I haue

Ant. In good time sir: what's that?
S.Dro. Basting

Ant. Well sirthen 'twill be drie

S.Dro. If it be sirI pray you eat none of it

Ant. Your reason?
S.Dro. Lest it make you chollerickeand purchase me
another drie basting

Ant. Well sirlearne to iest in good timethere's a
time for all things

S.Dro. I durst haue denied that before you were so

Anti. By what rule sir?
S.Dro. Marry sirby a rule as plaine as the plaine bald
pate of Father time himselfe

Ant. Let's heare it

S.Dro. There's no time for a man to recouer his haire
that growes bald by nature

Ant. May he not doe it by fine and recouerie?
S.Dro. Yesto pay a fine for a perewigand recouer
the lost haire of another man

Ant. Whyis Time such a niggard of hairebeing (as
it is) so plentifull an excrement?

S.Dro. Because it is a blessing that hee bestowes on
beastsand what he hath scanted them in hairehee hath
giuen them in wit

Ant. Whybut theres manie a man hath more haire
then wit

S.Dro. Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose
his haire

Ant. Why thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers
without wit

S.Dro. The plainer dealerthe sooner lost; yet he looseth
it in a kinde of iollitie

An. For what reason

S.Dro. For twoand sound ones to

An. Nay not sound I pray you

S.Dro. Sure ones then

An. Naynot sure in a thing falsing

S.Dro. Certaine ones then

An. Name them

S.Dro. The one to saue the money that he spends in
trying: the otherthat at dinner they should not drop in
his porrage

An. You would all this time haue prou'dthere is no
time for all things

S.Dro. Marry and did sir: namelyin no time to recouer
haire lost by Nature

An. But your reason was not substantiallwhy there
is no time to recouer

S.Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himselfe is baldand
therefore to the worlds endwill haue bald followers

An. I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion: but soft
who wafts vs yonder.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adri. IIAntipholuslooke strange and frowne
Some other Mistresse hath thy sweet aspects:
I am not Adriananor thy wife.

The time was oncewhen thou vn-vrg'd wouldst vow
That neuer words were musicke to thine eare
That neuer obiect pleasing in thine eye
That neuer touch well welcome to thy hand
That neuer meat sweet-sauour'd in thy taste
Vnlesse I spakeor look'dor touch'dor caru'd to thee.
How comes it nowmy Husbandoh how comes it
That thou art then estranged from thy selfe?
Thy selfe I call itbeing strange to me:
That vndiuidable Incorporate
Am better then thy deere selfes better part.
Ah doe not teare away thy selfe from me;
For know my loue: as easie maist thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulfe
And take vnmingled thence that drop againe
Without addition or diminishing
As take from me thy selfeand not me too.
How deerely would it touch thee to the quicke
Shouldst thou but heare I were licencious?
And that this body consecrate to thee
By Ruffian Lust should be contaminate?
Wouldst thou not spit at meand spurne at me
And hurle the name of husband in my face
And teare the stain'd skin of my Harlot brow
And from my false hand cut the wedding ring
And breake it with a deepe-diuorcing vow?
I know thou canstand therefore see thou doe it.
I am possest with an adulterate blot
My bloud is mingled with the crime of lust:
For if we two be oneand thou play false
I doe digest the poison of thy flesh
Being strumpeted by thy contagion:
Keepe then faire league and truce with thy true bed
I liue distain'dthou vndishonoured

Antip. Plead you to me faire dame? I know you not:

In Ephesus I am but two houres old

As strange vnto your towneas to your talke

Who euery word by all my wit being scan'd

Wants wit in allone word to vnderstand

Luci. Fie brotherhow the world is chang'd with you:

When were you wont to vse my sister thus?

She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner

Ant. By Dromio?
Drom. By me

Adr. By theeand this thou didst returne from him.

That he did buffet theeand in his blowes

Denied my house for hisme for his wife

Ant. Did you conuerse sir with this gentlewoman:
What is the course and drift of your compact?
S.Dro. I sir? I neuer saw her till this time

Ant. Villaine thou liestfor euen her verie words
Didst thou deliuer to me on the Mart

S.Dro. I neuer spake with her in all my life

Ant. How can she thus then call vs by our names?
Vnlesse it be by inspiration

Adri. How ill agrees it with your grauitie
To counterfeit thus grosely with your slaue
Abetting him to thwart me in my moode;
Be it my wrongyou are from me exempt
But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.
Come I will fasten on this sleeue of thine:
Thou art an Elme my husbandI a Vine:
Whose weaknesse married to thy stranger state
Makes me with thy strength to communicate:
If ought possesse thee from meit is drosse
Vsurping IuieBrieror idle Mosse
Who all for want of pruningwith intrusion
Infect thy sapand liue on thy confusion

Ant. To mee shee speakesshee moues mee for her
Whatwas I married to her in my dreame?
Or sleepe I nowand thinke I heare all this?
What error driues our eies and eares amisse?
Vntill I know this sure vncertaintie
Ile entertaine the free'd fallacie

Luc. Dromiogoe bid the seruants spred for dinner

S.Dro. Oh for my beadsI crosse me for a sinner.
This is the Fairie landoh spight of spights
We talke with GoblinsOwles and Sprights;
If we obay them notthis will insue:
They'll sucke our breathor pinch vs blacke and blew

Luc. Why prat'st thou to thy selfeand answer'st not?
Dromiothou Dromiothou snailethou slugthou sot

S.Dro. I am transformed Masteram I not?
Ant. I thinke thou art in mindeand so am I

S.Dro. Nay Masterboth in mindeand in my shape

Ant. Thou hast thine owne forme

S.Dro. NoI am an Ape

Luc. If thou art chang'd to ought'tis to an Asse

S.Dro. 'Tis true she rides meand I long for grasse.
'Tis soI am an Asseelse it could neuer be
But I should know her as well as she knowes me

Adr. Comecomeno longer will I be a foole
To put the finger in the eie and weepe;
Whil'st man and Master laughes my woes to scorne:
Come sir to dinnerDromio keepe the gate:
Husband Ile dine aboue with you to day
And shriue you of a thousand idle prankes:
Sirraif any aske you for your Master
Say he dines forthand let no creature enter:
Come sisterDromio play the Porter well

Ant. Am I in earthin heauenor in hell?
Sleeping or wakingmad or well aduisde:
Knowne vnto theseand to my selfe disguisde:
Ile say as they sayand perseuer so:
And in this mist at all aduentures go

S.Dro. Mastershall I be Porter at the gate?
Adr. Iand let none enterleast I breake your pate

Luc. ComecomeAntipholuswe dine to late.

Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.

Enter Antipholus of Ephesushis man DromioAngelo the
Balthaser the Merchant.

E.Anti. Good signior Angelo you must excuse vs all
My wife is shrewish when I keepe not howres;
Say that I lingerd with you at your shop
To see the making of her Carkanet
And that to morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villaine that would face me downe
He met me on the Martand that I beat him
And charg'd him with a thousand markes in gold
And that I did denie my wife and house;
Thou drunkard thouwhat didst thou meane by this?

E.Dro. Say what you wil sirbut I know what I know
That you beat me at the Mart I haue your hand to show;
If y skin were parchment& y blows you gaue were ink
Your owne hand-writing would tell you what I thinke

E.Ant. I thinke thou art an asse

E.Dro. Marry so it doth appeare
By the wrongs I sufferand the blowes I beare
I should kicke being kicktand being at that passe
You would keepe from my heelesand beware of an asse

E.An. Y'are sad signior Balthazarpray God our cheer
May answer my good willand your good welcom here

Bal. I hold your dainties cheap sir& your welcom deer

E.An. Oh signior Balthazareither at flesh or fish
A table full of welcomemakes scarce one dainty dish

Bal. Good meat sir is co[m]mon that euery churle affords

Anti. And welcome more commonfor thats nothing
but words

Bal. Small cheere and great welcomemakes a merrie

Anti. Ito a niggardly Hostand more sparing guest:
But though my cates be meanetake them in good part
Better cheere may you hauebut not with better hart.
But softmy doore is lockt; goe bid them let vs in

E.Dro. MaudBrigetMarianCisleyGillianGinn

S.Dro. MomeMalthorseCaponCoxcombeIdiot
Either get thee from the doreor sit downe at the hatch:
Dost thou coniure for wenchesthat y calst for such store
When one is one too manygoe get thee from the dore

E.Dro. What patch is made our Porter? my Master
stayes in the street

S.Dro. Let him walke from whence he camelest hee
catch cold on's feet

E.Ant. Who talks within there? hoaopen the dore

S.Dro. Right sirIle tell you whenand you'll tell
me wherefore

Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I haue not din'd to

S.Dro. Nor to day here you must not come againe
when you may

Anti. What art thou that keep'st mee out from the
howse I owe?
S.Dro. The Porter for this time Sirand my name is

E.Dro. O villainethou hast stolne both mine office
and my name
The one nere got me creditthe other mickle blame:
If thou hadst beene Dromio to day in my place
Thou wouldst haue chang'd thy face for a nameor thy
name for an asse.

Enter Luce.

Luce. What a coile is there Dromio? who are those
at the gate?

E.Dro. Let my Master in Luce

Luce. Faith nohee comes too lateand so tell your

E.Dro. O Lord I must laughhaue at you with a Prouerbe
Shall I set in my staffe

Luce. Haue at you with anotherthat's when? can
you tell?
S.Dro. If thy name be called LuceLuce thou hast answer'd
him well

Anti. Doe you heare you minionyou'll let vs in I
Luce. I thought to haue askt you

S.Dro. And you said no

E.Dro. So come helpewell strookethere was blow
for blow

Anti. Thou baggage let me in

Luce. Can you tell for whose sake?
E.Drom. Masterknocke the doore hard

Luce. Let him knocke till it ake

Anti. You'll crie for this minionif I beat the doore

Luce. What needs all thatand a paire of stocks in the


Enter Adriana.

Adr. Who is that at the doore y keeps all this noise?
S.Dro. By my troth your towne is troubled with vnruly

Anti. Are you there Wife? you might haue come

Adri. Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore

E.Dro. If you went in paine Masterthis knaue wold
goe sore

Angelo. Heere is neither cheere sirnor welcomewe
would faine haue either

Baltz. In debating which was bestwee shall part
with neither

E.Dro. They stand at the dooreMasterbid them
welcome hither

Anti. There is something in the windethat we cannot
get in

E.Dro. You would say so Masterif your garments
were thin.
Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the
It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought
and sold

Ant. Go fetch me somethingIle break ope the gate

S.Dro. Breake any breaking hereand Ile breake your
knaues pate

E.Dro. A man may breake a word with your sirand
words are but winde:
I and breake it in your faceso he break it not behinde

S.Dro. It seemes thou want'st breakingout vpon thee

E.Dro. Here's too much out vpon theeI pray thee let
me in

S.Dro. Iwhen fowles haue no feathersand fish haue
no fin

Ant. WellIle breake in: go borrow me a crow

E.Dro. A crow without featherMaster meane you so;
For a fish without a finnether's a fowle without a fether
If a crow help vs in sirrawee'll plucke a crow together

Ant. Goget thee gonfetch me an iron Crow

Balth. Haue patience siroh let it not be so
Heerein you warre against your reputation
And draw within the compasse of suspect

Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife.
Once this your long experience of your wisedome
Her sober vertueyearesand modestie
Plead on your part some cause to you vnknowne;
And doubt not sirbut she will well excuse
Why at this time the dores are made against you.
Be rul'd by medepart in patience
And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner
And about euening come your selfe alone
To know the reason of this strange restraint:
If by strong hand you offer to breake in
Now in the stirring passage of the day
A vulgar comment will be made of it;
And that supposed by the common rowt
Against your yet vngalled estimation
That may with foule intrusion enter in
And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead;
For slander liues vpon succession:
For euer hows'dwhere it gets possession

Anti. You haue preuail'dI will depart in quiet
And in despight of mirth meane to be merrie:
I know a wench of excellent discourse
Prettie and wittie; wildeand yet too gentle;
There will we dine: this woman that I meane
My wife (but I protest without desert)
Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall:
To her will we to dinnerget you home
And fetch the chaineby this I know 'tis made
Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine
For there's the house: That chaine will I bestow
(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)
Vpon mine hostesse theregood sir make haste:
Since mine owne doores refuse to entertaine me
Ile knocke else-whereto see if they'll disdaine me

Ang. Ile meet you at that place some houre hence

Anti. Do sothis iest shall cost me some expence.


Enter Iulianawith Antipholus of Siracusia.

Iulia. And may it be that you haue quite forgot
A husbands office? shall Antipholus
Euen in the spring of Louethy Loue-springs rot?
Shall loue in buildings grow so ruinate?
If you did wed my sister for her wealth
Then for her wealths-sake vse her with more kindnesse:
Or if you like else-where doe it by stealth
Muffle your false loue with some shew of blindnesse:
Let not my sister read it in your eye:
Be not thy tongue thy owne shames Orator:
Looke sweetspeake fairebecome disloyaltie:
Apparell vice like vertues harbenger:
Beare a faire presencethough your heart be tainted
Teach sinne the carriage of a holy Saint
Be secret false: what need she be acquainted?
What simple thiefe brags of his owne attaine?
'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed
And let her read it in thy lookes at boord:
Shame hath a bastard famewell managed
Ill deeds is doubled with an euill word:

Alas poore womenmake vs not beleeue
(Being compact of credit) that you loue vs
Though others haue the armeshew vs the sleeue:
We in your motion turneand you may moue vs.
Then gentle brother get you in againe;
Comfort my sistercheere hercall her wise;
'Tis holy sport to be a little vaine
When the sweet breath of flatterie conquers strife

S.Anti. Sweete Mistriswhat your name is else I
know not;
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine:
Lesse in your knowledgeand your grace you show not
Then our earths wondermore then earth diuine.
Teach me deere creature how to thinke and speake:
Lay open to my earthie grosse conceit:
Smothred in errorsfeebleshallowweake
The foulded meaning of your words deceit:
Against my soules pure truthwhy labour you
To make it wander in an vnknowne field?
Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transforme me thenand to your powre Ile yeeld.
But if that I am Ithen well I know
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine
Nor to her bed no homage doe I owe:
Farre morefarre moreto you doe I decline:
Oh traine me not sweet Mermaide with thy note
To drowne me in thy sister floud of teares:
Sing Siren for thy selfeand I will dote:
Spread ore the siluer waues thy golden haires;
And as a bud Ile take theeand there lie:
And in that glorious supposition thinke
He gaines by deaththat hath such meanes to die:
Let Louebeing lightbe drowned if she sinke

Luc. What are you madthat you doe reason so?
Ant. Not madbut matedhow I doe not know

Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eie

Ant. For gazing on your beames faire sun being by

Luc. Gaze when you shouldand that will cleere
your sight

Ant. As good to winke sweet loueas looke on night

Luc. Why call you me loue? Call my sister so

Ant. Thy sisters sister

Luc. That's my sister

Ant. No: it is thy selfemine owne selfes better part:
Mine eies cleere eiemy deere hearts deerer heart;
My foodemy fortuneand my sweet hopes aime;
My sole earths heauenand my heauens claime

Luc. All this my sister isor else should be

Ant. Call thy selfe sister sweetfor I am thee:
Thee will I loueand with thee lead my life;
Thou hast no husband yetnor I no wife:
Giue me thy hand

Luc. Oh soft sirhold you still:
Ile fetch my sister to get her good will.


Enter DromioSiracusia.

Ant. Why how now Dromiowhere run'st thou so

S.Dro. Doe you know me sir? Am I Dromio? Am I
your man? Am I my selfe?

Ant. Thou art Dromiothou art my manthou art
thy selfe

Dro. I am an asseI am a womans manand besides
my selfe

Ant. What womans man? and how besides thy

Dro. Marrie sirbesides my selfeI am due to a woman:
One that claimes meone that haunts meone that will
haue me

Anti. What claime laies she to thee?

Dro. Marry sirsuch claime as you would lay to your
horseand she would haue me as a beastnot that I beeing
a beast she would haue mebut that she being a verie
beastly creature layes claime to me

Anti. What is she?

Dro. A very reuerent body: I such a oneas a man
may not speake ofwithout he say sir reuerenceI haue
but leane lucke in the matchand yet is she a wondrous
fat marriage

Anti. How dost thou meane a fat marriage?

Dro. Marry sirshe's the Kitchin wench& al grease
and I know not what vse to put her toobut to make a
Lampe of herand run from her by her owne light. I
warranther ragges and the Tallow in themwill burne
a Poland Winter: If she liues till doomesdayshe'l burne
a weeke longer then the whole World

Anti. What complexion is she of?

Dro. Swart like my shoobut her face nothing like
so cleane kept: for why? she sweats a man may goe ouer-shooes
in the grime of it

Anti. That's a fault that water will mend

Dro. No sir'tis in graineNoahs flood could not
do it

Anti. What's her name?

Dro. Nell Sir: but her name is three quartersthat's
an Ell and three quarterswill not measure her from hip
to hip

Anti. Then she beares some bredth?

Dro. No longer from head to footthen from hippe
to hippe: she is sphericalllike a globe: I could find out
Countries in her

Anti. In what part of her body stands Ireland?
Dro. Marry sir in her buttockesI found it out by
the bogges

Ant. Where Scotland?
Dro. I found it by the barrennessehard in the palme
of the hand

Ant. Where France?
Dro. In her forheadarm'd and reuertedmaking
warre against her heire

Ant. Where England?

Dro. I look'd for the chalkle Cliffesbut I could find
no whitenesse in them. But I guesseit stood in her chin
by the salt rheume that ranne betweene Franceand it

Ant. Where Spaine?
Dro. Faith I saw it not: but I felt it hot in her breth

Ant. Where Americathe Indies?

Dro. Oh sirvpon her noseall ore embellished with
RubiesCarbunclesSaphiresdeclining their rich Aspect
to the hot breath of Spainewho sent whole Armadoes
of Carrects to be ballast at her nose

Anti. Where stood Belgiathe Netherlands?

Dro. Oh sirI did not looke so low. To conclude
this drudge or Diuiner layd claime to meecall'd mee
Dromioswore I was assur'd to hertold me what priuie
markes I had about meeas the marke of my shoulder
the Mole in my neckethe great Wart on my left arme
that I amaz'd ranne from her as a witch. And I thinkeif
my brest had not beene made of faithand my heart of
steeleshe had transform'd me to a Curtull dog& made
me turne i'th wheele

Anti. Go hie thee presentlypost to the rode
And if the winde blow any way from shore
I will not harbour in this Towne to night.
If any Barke put forthcome to the Mart
Where I will walke till thou returne to me:
If euerie one knowes vsand we know none
'Tis time I thinke to trudgepackeand be gone

Dro. As from a Beare a man would run for life
So flie I from her that would be my wife.


Anti. There's none but Witches do inhabite heere
And therefore 'tis hie time that I were hence:
She that doth call me husbandeuen my soule
Doth for a wife abhorre. But her faire sister
Possest with such a gentle soueraigne grace
Of such inchanting presence and discourse
Hath almost made me Traitor to my selfe:
But least my selfe be guilty to selfe wrong
Ile stop mine eares against the Mermaids song.

Enter Angelo with the Chaine.

Ang. Mr Antipholus

Anti. I that's my name

Ang. I know it well sirloe here's the chaine
I thought to haue tane you at the Porpentine
The chaine vnfinish'd made me stay thus long

Anti. What is your will that I shal do with this?
Ang. What please your selfe sir: I haue made it for

Anti. Made it for me sirI bespoke it not

Ang. Not oncenor twicebut twentie times you
Go home with itand please your Wife withall
And soone at supper time Ile visit you
And then receiue my money for the chaine

Anti. I pray you sir receiue the money now.
For feare you ne're see chainenor mony more

Ang. You are a merry man sirfare you well.


Ant. What I should thinke of thisI cannot tell:
But this I thinkethere's no man is so vaine
That would refuse so faire an offer'd Chaine.
I see a man heere needs not liue by shifts
When in the streets he meetes such Golden gifts:
Ile to the Martand there for Dromio stay
If any ship put outthen straight away.


Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.

Enter a MerchantGoldsmithand an Officer.

Mar. You know since Pentecost the sum is due
And since I haue not much importun'd you
Nor now I had notbut that I am bound
To Persiaand want Gilders for my voyage:
Therefore make present satisfaction
Or Ile attach you by this Officer

Gold. Euen iust the sum that I do owe to you
Is growing to me by Antipholus
And in the instant that I met with you
He had of me a Chaineat fiue a clocke
I shall receiue the money for the same:
Pleaseth you walke with me downe to his house
I will discharge my bondand thanke you too.

Enter Antipholus Ephes.Dromio from the Courtizans.

Offi. That labour may you saue: See where he comes

Ant. While I go to the Goldsmiths housego thou
And buy a ropes endthat will I bestow
Among my wifeand their confederates
For locking me out of my doores by day:
But soft I see the Goldsmith; get thee gone

Buy thou a ropeand bring it home to me

Dro. I buy a thousand pound a yeareI buy a rope.

Exit Dromio

Eph.Ant. A man is well holpe vp that trusts to you
I promised your presenceand the Chaine
But neither Chaine nor Goldsmith came to me:
Belike you thought our loue would last too long
If it were chain'd together: and therefore came not

Gold. Sauing your merrie humor: here's the note
How much your Chaine weighs to the vtmost charect
The finenesse of the Goldand chargefull fashion
Which doth amount to three odde Duckets more
Then I stand debted to this Gentleman
I pray you see him presently discharg'd
For he is bound to Seaand stayes but for it

Anti. I am not furnish'd with the present monie:
Besides I haue some businesse in the towne
Good Signior take the stranger to my house
And with you take the Chaineand bid my wife
Disburse the summeon the receit thereof
Perchance I will be there as soone as you

Gold. Then you will bring the Chaine to her your

Anti. No beare it with youleast I come not time enough

Gold. Well sirI will? Haue you the Chaine about
Ant. And if I haue not sirI hope you haue:
Or else you may returne without your money

Gold. Nay come I pray you sirgiue me the Chaine:
Both winde and tide stayes for this Gentleman
And I too blame haue held him heere too long

Anti. Good Lordyou vse this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine
I should haue chid you for not bringing it
But like a shrew you first begin to brawle

Mar. The houre steales onI pray you sir dispatch

Gold. You heare how he importunes methe Chaine

Ant. Why giue it to my wifeand fetch your mony

Gold. Comecomeyou know I gaue it you euen now.
Either send the Chaineor send me by some token

Ant. Fienow you run this humor out of breath
Come where's the ChaineI pray you let me see it

Mar. My businesse cannot brooke this dalliance
Good sir saywhe'r you'l answer meor no:
If notIle leaue him to the Officer

Ant. I answer you? What should I answer you

Gold. The monie that you owe me for the Chaine

Ant. I owe you nonetill I receiue the Chaine

Gold. You know I gaue it you halfe an houre since

Ant. You gaue me noneyou wrong mee much to
say so

Gold. You wrong me more sir in denying it.
Consider how it stands vpon my credit

Mar. Well Officerarrest him at my suite

Offi. I doand charge you in the Dukes name to obey

Gold. This touches me in reputation.
Either consent to pay this sum for me
Or I attach you by this Officer

Ant. Consent to pay thee that I neuer had:
Arrest me foolish fellow if thou dar'st

Gold. Heere is thy feearrest him Officer.
I would not spare my brother in this case
If he should scorne me so apparantly

Offic. I do arrest you siryou heare the suite

Ant. I do obey theetill I giue thee baile.
But sirrahyou shall buy this sport as deere
As all the mettall in your shop will answer

Gold. SirsirI shall haue Law in Ephesus
To your notorious shameI doubt it not.

Enter Dromio Sira. from the Bay.

Dro. Masterthere's a Barke of Epidamium
That staies but till her Owner comes aboord
And then sir she beares away. Our fraughtage sir
I haue conuei'd aboordand I haue bought
The Oylethe Balsamumand Aqua-vitae.
The ship is in her trimthe merrie winde
Blowes faire from land: they stay for nought at all
But for their OwnerMasterand your selfe

An. How now? a Madman? Why thou peeuish sheep
What ship of Epidamium staies for me

S.Dro. A ship you sent me tooto hier waftage

Ant. Thou drunken slaueI sent thee for a rope
And told thee to what purposeand what end

S.Dro. You sent me for a ropes end as soone
You sent me to the Bay sirfor a Barke

Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure
And teach your eares to list me with more heede:
To Adriana Villaine hie thee straight:
Giue her this keyand tell her in the Deske
That's couer'd o're with Turkish Tapistrie

There is a purse of Ducketslet her send it:
Tell herI am arrested in the streete
And that shall baile me: hie thee slauebe gone
On Officer to prisontill it come.


S.Dromio. To Adrianathat is where we din'd
Where Dowsabell did claime me for her husband
She is too bigge I hope for me to compasse
Thither I mustalthough against my will:
For seruants must their Masters mindes fulfill.


Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adr. Ah Lucianadid he tempt thee so?
Might'st thou perceiue austeerely in his eie
That he did plead in earnestyea or no:
Look'd he or red or paleor sad or merrily?
What obseruation mad'st thou in this case?
Ohhis hearts Meteors tilting in his face

Luc. First he deni'de you had in him no right

Adr. He meant he did me none: the more my spight
Luc. Then swore he that he was a stranger heere

Adr. And true he sworethough yet forsworne hee

Luc. Then pleaded I for you

Adr. And what said he?
Luc. That loue I begg'd for youhe begg'd of me

Adr. With what perswasion did he tempt thy loue?
Luc. With wordsthat in an honest suit might moue.
Firsthe did praise my beautiethen my speech

Adr. Did'st speake him faire?
Luc. Haue patience I beseech

Adr. I cannotnor I will not hold me still.
My tonguethough not my heartshall haue his will.
He is deformedcrookedoldand sere
Ill-fac'dworse bodiedshapelesse euery where:
Stigmaticall in making worse in minde

Luc. Who would be iealous then of such a one?
No euill lost is wail'dwhen it is gone

Adr. Ah but I thinke him better then I say:
And yet would herein others eies were worse:
Farre from her nest the Lapwing cries away;
My heart praies for himthough my tongue doe curse.

Enter S.Dromio.

Dro. Here goe: the deskethe pursesweet now make

Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?
S.Dro. By running fast

Adr. Where is thy Master Dromio? Is he well?

S.Dro. Nohe's in Tartar limboworse then hell:
A diuell in an euerlasting garment hath him;
On whose hard heart is button'd vp with steele:
A Feinda Fairiepittilesse and ruffe:
A Wolfenay worsea fellow all in buffe:
A back frienda shoulder-clapperone that counterma[n]ds
The passages of alliescreekesand narrow lands:
A hound that runs Counterand yet draws drifoot well
One that before the Iudgme[n]t carries poore soules to hel

Adr. Why manwhat is the matter?
S.Dro. I doe not know the matterhee is rested on
the case

Adr. What is he arrested? tell me at whose suite?

S.Dro. I know not at whose suite he is arested well;
but is in a suite of buffe which rested himthat can I tell
will you send him Mistris redemptionthe monie in
his deske

Adr. Go fetch it Sister: this I wonder at.

Exit Luciana.

Thus he vnknowne to me should be in debt:
Tell mewas he arested on a band?
S.Dro. Not on a bandbut on a stronger thing:
A chainea chainedoe you not here it ring

Adria. Whatthe chaine?
S.Dro. Nonothe bell'tis time that I were gone:
It was two ere I left himand now the clocke strikes one

Adr. The houres come backethat did I neuer here

S.Dro. Oh yesif any houre meete a Serieanta turnes
backe for verie feare

Adri. As if time were in debt: how fondly do'st thou

S.Dro. Time is a verie bankeroutand owes more then
he's worth to season.
Nayhe's a theefe too: haue you not heard men say
That time comes stealing on by night and day?
If I be in debt and theftand a Serieant in the way
Hath he not reason to turne backe an houre in a day?

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go Dromiothere's the moniebeare it straight
And bring thy Master home imediately.
Come sisterI am prest downe with conceit:
Conceitmy comfort and my iniurie.


Enter Antipholus Siracusia.

There's not a man I meete but doth salute me
As if I were their well acquainted friend

And euerie one doth call me by my name:
Some tender monie to mesome inuite me;
Some other giue me thankes for kindnesses;
Some offer me Commodities to buy.
Euen now a tailor cal'd me in his shop
And show'd me Silkes that he had bought for me
And therewithall tooke measure of my body.
Sure these are but imaginarie wiles
And lapland Sorcerers inhabite here.

Enter Dromio. Sir.

S.Dro. Masterhere's the gold you sent me for: what
haue you got the picture of old Adam new apparel'd?
Ant. What gold is this? What Adam do'st thou

S.Dro. Not that Adam that kept the Paradise: but
that Adam that keepes the prison; hee that goes in the
calues-skinthat was kil'd for the Prodigall: hee that
came behinde you sirlike an euill angeland bid you forsake
your libertie

Ant. I vnderstand thee not

S.Dro. No? why 'tis a plaine case: he that went like
a Base-Viole in a case of leather; the man sirthat when
gentlemen are tired giues them a soband rests them:
he sirthat takes pittie on decaied menand giues them
suites of durance: he that sets vp his rest to doe more exploits
with his Macethen a Moris Pike

Ant. What thou mean'st an officer?

S.Dro. I sirthe Serieant of the Band: he that brings
any man to answer it that breakes his Band: one that
thinkes a man alwaies going to bedand saiesGod giue
you good rest

Ant. Well sirthere rest in your foolerie:
Is there any ships puts forth to night? may we be gone?

S.Dro. Why sirI brought you word an houre since
that the Barke Expedition put forth to nightand then
were you hindred by the Serieant to tarry for the Hoy
Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for to deliuer

Ant. The fellow is distractand so am I
And here we wander in illusions:
Some blessed power deliuer vs from hence.

Enter a Curtizan.

Cur. Well metwell metMaster Antipholus:
I see sir you haue found the Gold-smith now:
Is that the chaine you promis'd me to day

Ant. Sathan auoideI charge thee tempt me not

S.Dro. Masteris this Mistris Sathan?
Ant. It is the diuell

S.Dro. Nayshe is worseshe is the diuels dam:
And here she comes in the habit of a light wenchand
thereof comesthat the wenches say God dam meThat's
as much to sayGod make me a light wench: It is written

they appeare to men like angels of lightlight is an
effect of fireand fire will burne: ergolight wenches will
burnecome not neere her

Cur. Your man and you are maruailous merrie sir.
Will you goe with mewee'll mend our dinner here?
S.Dro. Masterif do expect spoon-meateor bespeake
a long spoone

Ant. Why Dromio?
S.Dro. Marrie he must haue a long spoone that must
eate with the diuell

Ant. Auoid then fiendwhat tel'st thou me of supping?
Thou artas you are all a sorceresse:
I coniure thee to leaue meand be gon

Cur. Giue me the ring of mine you had at dinner
Or for my Diamond the Chaine you promis'd
And Ile be gone sirand not trouble you

S.Dro. Some diuels aske but the parings of ones naile
a rusha hairea drop of blooda pina nuta cherriestone:
but she more couetouswold haue a chaine: Master
be wiseand if you giue it herthe diuell will shake
her Chaineand fright vs with it

Cur. I pray you sir my Ringor else the Chaine
I hope you do not meane to cheate me so?
Ant. Auant thou witch: Come Dromio let vs go

S.Dro. Flie pride saies the Pea-cockeMistris that
you know.


Cur. Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad
Else would he neuer so demeane himselfe
A Ring he hath of mine worth fortie Duckets
And for the same he promis'd me a Chaine
Both one and other he denies me now:
The reason that I gather he is mad
Besides this present instance of his rage
Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner
Of his owne doores being shut against his entrance.
Belike his wife acquainted with his fits
On purpose shut the doores against his way:
My way is now to hie home to his house
And tell his wifethat being Lunaticke
He rush'd into my houseand tooke perforce
My Ring away. This course I fittest choose
For fortie Duckets is too much to loose.

Enter Antipholus Ephes. with a Iailor.

An. Feare me not manI will not breake away
Ile giue thee ere I leaue thee so much money
To warrant thee as I am rested for.
My wife is in a wayward moode to day
And will not lightly trust the Messenger
That I should be attach'd in Ephesus
I tell you 'twill sound harshly in her eares.

Enter Dromio Eph. with a ropes end.

Heere comes my ManI thinke he brings the monie.
How now sir? Haue you that I sent you for?

E.Dro. Here's that I warrant you will pay them all

Anti. But where's the Money?
E.Dro. Why sirI gaue the Monie for the Rope

Ant. Fiue hundred Duckets villaine for a rope?
E.Dro. Ile serue you sir fiue hundred at the rate

Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
E.Dro. To a ropes end sirand to that end am I return'd

Ant. And to that end sirI will welcome you

Offi. Good sir be patient

E.Dro. Nay 'tis for me to be patientI am in aduersitie

Offi. Good now hold thy tongue

E.Dro. Nayrather perswade him to hold his hands

Anti. Thou whoreson senselesse Villaine

E.Dro. I would I were senselesse sirthat I might
not feele your blowes

Anti. Thou art sensible in nothing but blowesand
so is an Asse

E.Dro. I am an Asse indeedeyou may prooue it by
my long eares. I haue serued him from the houre of my
Natiuitie to this instantand haue nothing at his hands
for my seruice but blowes. When I am coldhe heates
me with beating: when I am warmehe cooles me with
beating: I am wak'd with it when I sleeperais'd with
it when I sitdriuen out of doores with it when I goe
from homewelcom'd home with it when I returnenay
I beare it on my shouldersas a begger woont her brat:
and I thinke when he hath lam'd meI shall begge with
it from doore to doore.

Enter AdrianaLucianaCourtizanand a Schoolemastercall'd

Ant. Come goe alongmy wife is comming yonder

E.Dro. Mistris respice finemrespect your endor rather
the prophesie like the Parratbeware the ropes end

Anti. Wilt thou still talke?

Beats Dro.

Curt. How say you now? Is not your husband mad?

Adri. His inciuility confirmes no lesse:
Good Doctor Pinchyou are a Coniurer
Establish him in his true sence againe
And I will please you what you will demand

Luc. Alas how fieryand how sharpe he lookes

Cur. Markehow he trembles in his extasie

Pinch. Giue me your handand let mee feele your

Ant. There is my handand let it feele your eare

Pinch. I charge thee Sathanhous'd within this man
To yeeld possession to my holie praiers
And to thy state of darknesse hie thee straight
I coniure thee by all the Saints in heauen

Anti. Peace doting wizardpeace; I am not mad

Adr. Oh that thou wer't notpoore distressed soule

Anti. You Minion youare these your Customers?
Did this Companion with the saffron face
Reuell and feast it at my house to day
Whil'st vpon me the guiltie doores were shut
And I denied to enter in my house

Adr. O husbandGod doth know you din'd at home
Where would you had remain'd vntill this time
Free from these slandersand this open shame

Anti. Din'd at home? Thou Villainewhat sayest
Dro. Sir sooth to sayyou did not dine at home

Ant. Were not my doores lockt vpand I shut out?
Dro. Perdieyour doores were locktand you shut

Anti. And did not she her selfe reuile me there?
Dro. Sans Fableshe her selfe reuil'd you there

Anti. Did not her Kitchen maide railetauntand
scorne me?
Dro. Certis she didthe kitchin vestall scorn'd you

Ant. And did not I in rage depart from thence?
Dro. In veritie you didmy bones beares witnesse
That since haue felt the vigor of his rage

Adr. Is't good to sooth him in these contraries?
Pinch. It is no shamethe fellow finds his vaine
And yeelding to himhumors well his frensie

Ant. Thou hast subborn'd the Goldsmith to arrest

Adr. AlasI sent you Monie to redeeme you
By Dromio heerewho came in hast for it

Dro. Monie by me? Heart and good will you might
But surely Master not a ragge of Monie

Ant. Wentst not thou to her for a purse of Duckets

Adri. He came to meand I deliuer'd it

Luci. And I am witnesse with her that she did:
Dro. God and the Rope-maker beare me witnesse

That I was sent for nothing but a rope

Pinch. Mistrisboth Man and Master is possest
I know it by their pale and deadly lookes
They must be bound and laide in some darke roome

Ant. Say wherefore didst thou locke me forth to day
And why dost thou denie the bagge of gold?
Adr. I did not gentle husband locke thee forth

Dro. And gentle Mr I receiu'd no gold:
But I confesse sirthat we were lock'd out

Adr. Dissembling Villainthou speak'st false in both

Ant. Dissembling harlotthou art false in all
And art confederate with a damned packe
To make a loathsome abiect scorne of me:
But with these nailesIle plucke out these false eyes
That would behold in me this shamefull sport.

Enter three or foureand offer to binde him: Hee striues.

Adr. Oh binde himbinde himlet him not come
neere me

Pinch. More companythe fiend is strong within him
Luc. Aye me poore manhow pale and wan he looks

Ant. What will you murther methou Iailor thou?
I am thy prisonerwilt thou suffer them to make a rescue?
Offi. Masters let him go: he is my prisonerand you
shall not haue him

Pinch. Go binde this manfor he is franticke too

Adr. What wilt thou dothou peeuish Officer?
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himselfe?

Offi. He is my prisonerif I let him go
The debt he owes will be requir'd of me

Adr. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee
Beare me forthwith vnto his Creditor
And knowing how the debt growes I will pay it.
Good Master Doctor see him safe conuey'd
Home to my houseoh most vnhappy day

Ant. Oh most vnhappie strumpet

Dro. MasterI am heere entred in bond for you

Ant. Out on thee Villainewherefore dost thou mad
Dro. Will you be bound for nothingbe mad good
Mastercry the diuell

Luc. God helpe poore souleshow idlely doe they

Adr. Go beare him hencesister go you with me:
Say nowwhose suite is he arrested at?

Exeunt. Manet Offic. Adri. Luci. Courtizan

Off. One Angelo a Goldsmithdo you know him?
Adr. I know the man: what is the summe he owes?
Off. Two hundred Duckets

Adr. Sayhow growes it due

Off. Due for a Chaine your husband had of him

Adr. He did bespeake a Chain for mebut had it not

Cur. When as your husband all in rage to day
Came to my houseand tooke away my Ring
The Ring I saw vpon his finger now
Straight after did I meete him with a Chaine

Adr. It may be sobut I did neuer see it.
Come Iailorbring me where the Goldsmith is
I long to know the truth heereof at large.

Enter Antipholus Siracusia with his Rapier drawneand Dromio

Luc. God for thy mercythey are loose againe

Adr. And come with naked swords
Let's call more helpe to haue them bound againe.

Runne all out.

Off. Awaythey'l kill vs.

Exeunt. omnesas fast as may befrighted.

S.Ant. I see these Witches are affraid of swords

S.Dro. She that would be your wifenow ran from

Ant. Come to the Centaurfetch our stuffe from
I long that we were safe and sound aboord

Dro. Faith stay heere this nightthey will surely do
vs no harme: you saw they speake vs fairegiue vs gold:
me thinkes they are such a gentle Nationthat but for
the Mountaine of mad flesh that claimes mariage of me
I could finde in my heart to stay heere stilland turne

Ant. I will not stay to night for all the Towne
Therefore awayto get our stuffe aboord.


Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.

Enter the Merchant and the Goldsmith.

Gold. I am sorry Sir that I haue hindred you
But I protest he had the Chaine of me
Though most dishonestly he doth denie it

Mar. How is the man esteem'd heere in the Citie?
Gold. Of very reuerent reputation sir

Of credit infinitehighly belou'd
Second to none that liues heere in the Citie:
His word might beare my wealth at any time

Mar. Speake softlyyonder as I thinke he walkes.

Enter Antipholus and Dromio againe.

Gold. 'Tis so: and that selfe chaine about his necke
Which he forswore most monstrously to haue.
Good sir draw neere to meIle speake to him:
Signior AntipholusI wonder much
That you would put me to this shame and trouble
And not without some scandall to your selfe
With circumstance and oathsso to denie
This Chainewhich now you weare so openly.
Beside the chargethe shameimprisonment
You haue done wrong to this my honest friend
Who but for staying on our Controuersie
Had hoisted saileand put to sea to day:
This Chaine you had of mecan you deny it?

Ant. I thinke I hadI neuer did deny it

Mar. Yes that you did sirand forswore it too

Ant. Who heard me to denie it or forsweare it?

Mar. These eares of mine thou knowst did hear thee:
Fie on thee wretch'tis pitty that thou liu'st
To walke where any honest men resort

Ant. Thou art a Villaine to impeach me thus
Ile proue mine honorand mine honestie
Against thee presentlyif thou dar'st stand:

Mar. I dare and do defie thee for a villaine.

They draw. Enter AdrianaLucianaCourtezan& others.

Adr. Holdhurt him not for God sakehe is mad
Some get within himtake his sword away:
Binde Dromio tooand beare them to my house

S.Dro. Runne master runfor Gods sake take a house
This is some Priorieinor we are spoyl'd.

Exeunt. to the Priorie.

Enter Ladie Abbesse.

Ab. Be quiet peoplewherefore throng you hither?

Adr. To fetch my poore distracted husband hence
Let vs come inthat we may binde him fast
And beare him home for his recouerie

Gold. I knew he was not in his perfect wits

Mar. I am sorry now that I did draw on him

Ab. How long hath this possession held the man

Adr. This weeke he hath beene heauiesower sad
And much different from the man he was:
But till this afternoone his passion
Ne're brake into extremity of rage

Ab. Hath he not lost much wealth by wrack of sea
Buried some deere friendhath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in vnlawfull loue
A sinne preuailing much in youthfull men
Who giue their eies the liberty of gazing.
Which of these sorrowes is he subiect too?

Adr. To none of theseexcept it be the last
Namelysome loue that drew him oft from home

Ab. You should for that haue reprehended him

Adr. Why so I did

Ab. I but not rough enough

Adr. As roughly as my modestie would let me

Ab. Haply in priuate

Adr. And in assemblies too

Ab. Ibut not enough

Adr. It was the copie of our Conference.
In bed he slept not for my vrging it
At boord he fed not for my vrging it:
Aloneit was the subiect of my Theame:
In company I often glanced it:
Still did I tell himit was vilde and bad

Ab. And thereof came itthat the man was mad.
The venome clamors of a iealous woman
Poisons more deadly then a mad dogges tooth.
It seemes his sleepes were hindred by thy railing
And thereof comes it that his head is light.
Thou saist his meate was sawc'd with thy vpbraidings
Vnquiet meales make ill digestions
Thereof the raging fire of feauer bred
And what's a Feauerbut a fit of madnesse?
Thou sayest his sports were hindred by thy bralles.
Sweet recreation barr'dwhat doth ensue
But moodie and dull melancholly
Kinsman to grim and comfortlesse dispaire
And at her heeles a huge infectious troope
Of pale distemperaturesand foes to life?
In foodin sportand life-preseruing rest
To be disturb'dwould mad or manor beast:
The consequence is thenthy iealous fits
Hath scar'd thy husband from the vse of wits

Luc. She neuer reprehended him but mildely
When he demean'd himselferoughrudeand wildly
Why beare you these rebukesand answer not?

Adri. She did betray me to my owne reproofe
Good people enterand lay hold on him

Ab. Nonot a creature enters in my house

Ad. Then let your seruants bring my husband forth

Ab. Neither: he tooke this place for sanctuary
And it shall priuiledge him from your hands
Till I haue brought him to his wits againe
Or loose my labour in assaying it

Adr. I will attend my husbandbe his nurse
Diet his sicknessefor it is my Office
And will haue no atturney but my selfe
And therefore let me haue him home with me

Ab. Be patientfor I will not let him stirre
Till I haue vs'd the approoued meanes I haue
With wholsome sirrupsdruggesand holy prayers
To make of him a formall man againe:
It is a branch and parcell of mine oath
A charitable dutie of my order
Therefore departand leaue him heere with me

Adr. I will not henceand leaue my husband heere:
And ill it doth beseeme your holinesse
To separate the husband and the wife

Ab. Be quiet and departthou shalt not haue him

Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity

Adr. Come goI will fall prostrate at his feete
And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers
Haue won his grace to come in person hither
And take perforce my husband from the Abbesse

Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue:
Anon I'me sure the Duke himselfe in person
Comes this way to the melancholly vale;
The place of depthand sorrie execution
Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere

Gold. Vpon what cause?

Mar. To see a reuerent Siracusian Merchant
Who put vnluckily into this Bay
Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne
Beheaded publikely for his offence

Gold. See where they comewe wil behold his death
Luc. Kneele to the Duke before he passe the Abbey.

Enter the Duke of Ephesusand the Merchant of Siracuse bare
the Headsman& other Officers.

Duke. Yet once againe proclaime it publikely
If any friend will pay the summe for him
He shall not dieso much we tender him

Adr. Iustice most sacred Duke against the Abbesse

Duke. She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady
It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong

Adr. May it please your GraceAntipholus my husba[n]d
Who I made Lord of meand all I had
At your important Letters this ill day
A most outragious fit of madnesse tooke him:
That desp'rately he hurried through the streete
With him his bondmanall as mad as he
Doing displeasure to the Citizens
By rushing in their houses: bearing thence
RingsIewelsany thing his rage did like.
Once did I get him boundand sent him home

Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went
That heere and there his furie had committed
Anon I wot notby what strong escape
He broke from those that had the guard of him
And with his mad attendant and himselfe
Each one with irefull passionwith drawne swords
Met vs againeand madly bent on vs
Chac'd vs away: till raising of more aide
We came againe to binde them: then they fled
Into this Abbeywhether we pursu'd them
And heere the Abbesse shuts the gates on vs
And will not suffer vs to fetch him out
Nor send him forththat we may beare him hence.
Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command
Let him be brought forthand borne hence for helpe

Duke. Long since thy husband seru'd me in my wars
And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word
When thou didst make him Master of thy bed
To do him all the grace and good I could.
Go some of youknocke at the Abbey gate
And bid the Lady Abbesse come to me:
I will determine this before I stirre.

Enter a Messenger.

Oh MistrisMistrisshift and saue your selfe
My Master and his man are both broke loose
Beaten the Maids a-rowand bound the Doctor
Whose beard they haue sindg'd off with brands of fire
And euer as it blaz'dthey threw on him
Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire;
My Mr preaches patience to himand the while
His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole:
And sure (vnlesse you send some present helpe)
Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer

Adr. Peace foolethy Master and his man are here
And that is false thou dost report to vs

Mess. Mistrisvpon my life I tel you true
I haue not breath'd almost since I did see it.
He cries for youand vowes if he can take you
To scorch your faceand to disfigure you:

Cry within.

HarkeharkeI heare him Mistris: fliebe gone

Duke. Come stand by mefeare nothing: guard with

Adr. Ay meit is my husband: witnesse you
That he is borne about inuisible
Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere.
And now he's therepast thought of humane reason.

Enter Antipholusand E.Dromio of Ephesus.

E.Ant. Iustice most gracious Dukeoh grant me iustice
Euen for the seruice that long since I did thee
When I bestrid thee in the warresand tooke
Deepe scarres to saue thy life; euen for the blood
That then I lost for theenow grant me iustice

Mar.Fat. Vnlesse the feare of death doth make me
doteI see my sonne Antipholus and Dromio

E.Ant. Iustice (sweet Prince) against y Woman there:

She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife;

That hath abused and dishonored me

Euen in the strength and height of iniurie:

Beyond imagination is the wrong

That she this day hath shamelesse throwne on me

Duke. Discouer howand thou shalt finde me iust

E.Ant. This day (great Duke) she shut the doores

vpon me

While she with Harlots feasted in my house

Duke. A greeuous fault: say womandidst thou so?

Adr. No my good Lord. My selfeheand my sister

To day did dine together: so befall my soule

As this is false he burthens me withall

Luc. Nere may I looke on daynor sleepe on night
But she tels to your Highnesse simple truth

Gold. O periur'd woman! They are both forsworne
In this the Madman iustly chargeth them

E.Ant. My LiegeI am aduised what I say

Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine

Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire

Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.

This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner;

That Goldsmith therewere he not pack'd with her

Could witnesse it: for he was with me then

Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine

Promising to bring it to the Porpentine

Where Balthasar and I did dine together.

Our dinner doneand he not comming thither

I went to seeke him. In the street I met him

And in his companie that Gentleman.

There did this periur'd Goldsmith sweare me downe

That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine

Which God he knowesI saw not. For the which

He did arrest me with an Officer.

I did obeyand sent my Pesant home

For certaine Duckets: he with none return'd.

Then fairely I bespoke the Officer

To go in person with me to my house.

By'th' waywe met my wifeher sisterand a rabble more

Of vilde Confederates: Along with them

They brought one Pincha hungry leane-fac'd Villaine;

A meere Anatomiea Mountebanke

A thred-bare Iuglerand a Fortune-teller

A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch;

A liuing dead man. This pernicious slaue

Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer:

And gazing in mine eyesfeeling my pulse

And with no-face (as 'twere) out-facing me

Cries outI was possest. Then altogether

They fell vpon mebound mebore me thence

And in a darke and dankish vault at home

There left me and my manboth bound together

Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder

I gain'd my freedome; and immediately
Ran hether to your Gracewhom I beseech
To giue me ample satisfaction
For these deepe shamesand great indignities

Gold. My Lordin truththus far I witnes with him:
That he din'd not at homebut was lock'd out

Duke. But had he such a Chaine of theeor no?
Gold. He had my Lordand when he ran in heere
These people saw the Chaine about his necke

Mar. BesidesI will be sworne these eares of mine
Heard you confesse you had the Chaine of him
After you first forswore it on the Mart
And thereupon I drew my sword on you:
And then you fled into this Abbey heere
From whence I thinke you are come by Miracle

E.Ant. I neuer came within these Abbey wals
Nor euer didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I neuer saw the Chaineso helpe me heauen:
And this is false you burthen me withall

Duke. Why what an intricate impeach is this?
I thinke you all haue drunke of Circes cup:
If heere you hous'd himheere he would haue bin.
If he were madhe would not pleade so coldly:
You say he din'd at homethe Goldsmith heere
Denies that saying. Sirrawhat say you?

E.Dro. Sir he din'de with her thereat the Porpentine

Cur. He didand from my finger snacht that Ring

E.Anti. Tis true (my Liege) this Ring I had of her

Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the Abbey heere?
Curt. As sure (my Liege) as I do see your Grace

Duke. Why this is straunge: Go call the Abbesse hither.
I thinke you are all matedor starke mad.

Exit one to the Abbesse.

Fa. Most mighty Dukevouchsafe me speak a word:
Haply I see a friend will saue my life
And pay the sum that may deliuer me

Duke. Speake freely Siracusian what thou wilt

Fath. Is not your name sir call'd Antipholus?
And is not that your bondman Dromio?

E.Dro. Within this houre I was his bondman sir
But he I thanke him gnaw'd in two my cords
Now am I Dromioand his manvnbound

Fath. I am sure you both of you remember me

Dro. Our selues we do remember sir by you:
For lately we were bound as you are now.
You are not Pinches patientare you sir?

Father. Why looke you strange on me? you know
me well

E.Ant. I neuer saw you in my life till now

Fa. Oh! griefe hath chang'd me since you saw me last
And carefull houres with times deformed hand
Haue written strange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yetdost thou not know my voice?

Ant. Neither

Fat. Dromionor thou?
Dro. No trust me sirnor I

Fa. I am sure thou dost?
E.Dromio. I sirbut I am sure I do notand whatsoeuer
a man deniesyou are now bound to beleeue him

Fath. Not know my voiceoh times extremity
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poore tongue
In seuen short yearesthat heere my onely sonne
Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming Winters drizled snow
And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp:
Yet hath my night of life some memorie:
My wasting lampes some fading glimmer left;
My dull deafe eares a little vse to heare:
All these old witnessesI cannot erre.
Tell methou art my sonne Antipholus

Ant. I neuer saw my Father in my life

Fa. But seuen yeares sincein Siracusa boy
Thou know'st we partedbut perhaps my sonne
Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in miserie

Ant. The Dukeand all that know me in the City
Can witnesse with me that it is not so.
I ne're saw Siracusa in my life

Duke. I tell thee Siracusiantwentie yeares
Haue I bin Patron to Antipholus
During which timehe ne're saw Siracusa:
I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Enter the Abbesse with Antipholus Siracusaand Dromio Sir.

Abbesse. Most mightie Dukebehold a man much

All gather to see them.

Adr. I see two husbandsor mine eyes deceiue me

Duke. One of these men is genius to the other:
And so of thesewhich is the naturall man
And which the spirit? Who deciphers them?

S.Dromio. I Sir am Dromiocommand him away

E.Dro. I Sir am Dromiopray let me stay

S.Ant. Egeon art thou not? or else his ghost

S.Drom. Oh my olde Masterwho hath bound him
Abb. Who euer bound himI will lose his bonds

And gaine a husband by his libertie:
Speake olde Egeonif thou bee'st the man
That hadst a wife once call'd Aemilia
That bore thee at a burthen two faire sonnes?
Oh if thou bee'st the same Egeonspeake:
And speake vnto the same Aemilia

Duke. Why heere begins his Morning storie right:
These two Antipholusthese two so like
And these two Dromio'sone in semblance:
Besides her vrging of her wracke at sea
These are the parents to these children
Which accidentally are met together

Fa. If I dreame notthou art Aemilia
If thou art shetell mewhere is that sonne
That floated with thee on the fatall rafte

Abb. By men of Epidamiumheand I
And the twin Dromioall were taken vp;
But by and byrude Fishermen of Corinth
By force tooke Dromioand my sonne from them
And me they left with those of Epidamium.
What then became of themI cannot tell:
Ito this fortune that you see mee in

Duke. Antipholus thou cam'st from Corinth first

S.Ant. No sirnot II came from Siracuse

Duke. Staystand apartI know not which is which

E.Ant. I came from Corinth my most gracious Lord
E.Dro. And I with him

E.Ant. Brought to this Town by that most famous
Duke Menaphon your most renowned Vnckle

Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to day?
S.Ant. Igentle Mistris

Adr. And are not you my husband?
E.Ant. NoI say nay to that

S.Ant. And so do Iyet did she call me so:
And this faire Gentlewoman her sister heere
Did call me brother. What I told you then
I hope I shall haue leisure to make good
If this be not a dreame I see and heare

Goldsmith. That is the Chaine sirwhich you had of

S.Ant. I thinke it be sirI denie it not

E.Ant. And you sir for this Chaine arrested me

Gold. I thinke I did sirI deny it not

Adr. I sent you monie sir to be your baile
By Dromiobut I thinke he brought it not

E.Dro. Nonone by me

S.Ant. This purse of Duckets I receiu'd from you
And Dromio my man did bring them me:
I see we still did meete each others man
And I was tane for himand he for me
And thereupon these errors are arose

E.Ant. These Duckets pawne I for my father heere

Duke. It shall not needethy father hath his life

Cur. Sir I must haue that Diamond from you

E.Ant. There take itand much thanks for my good

Abb. Renowned Dukevouchsafe to take the paines
To go with vs into the Abbey heere
And heare at large discoursed all our fortunes
And all that are assembled in this place:
That by this simpathized one daies error
Haue suffer'd wrong. Goekeepe vs companie
And we shall make full satisfaction.
Thirtie three yeares haue I but gone in trauaile
Of you my sonnesand till this present houre
My heauie burthen are deliuered:
The Duke my husbandand my children both
And you the Kalenders of their Natiuity
Go to a Gossips feastand go with mee
After so long greefe such Natiuitie

Duke. With all my heartIle Gossip at this feast.

Exeunt. omnes. Manet the two Dromio's and two Brothers.

S.Dro. Mast[er]. shall I fetch your stuffe from shipbord?
E.An. Dromiowhat stuffe of mine hast thou imbarkt
S.Dro. Your goods that lay at host sir in the Centaur

S.Ant. He speakes to meI am your master Dromio.
Come go with vswee'l looke to that anon
Embrace thy brother therereioyce with him.


S.Dro. There is a fat friend at your masters house
That kitchin'd me for you to day at dinner:
She now shall be my sisternot my wife

E.D. Me thinks you are my glasse& not my brother:
I see by youI am a sweet-fac'd youth
Will you walke in to see their gossipping?
S.Dro. Not I siryou are my elder

E.Dro. That's a questionhow shall we trie it

S.Dro. Wee'l draw Cuts for the Signiortill then
lead thou first

E.Dro. Nay then thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother:
And now let's go hand in handnot one before another.


FINIS. The Comedie of Errors.