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That may with foul intrusion enter in,
Ant. e. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,
Ang. I'll meet you at that place, some hour hence. Ant.E. Do so, this jest will cost me some expence.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. The same. Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of
A husband's office ? Shall, Antipholus, hate,
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate ? If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
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 ;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger :
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint ;
What simple 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. Alas, poor women ! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit, that you love us ; Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve ;
We in your motion turn, and you may move us. Then, gentle brother, get you in again ;
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : "Tis holy sport, to be a little vain, 4
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,)
Than our earth's wonder ; more than earth divine. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
Lay open to my earthly gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,
The folded meaning of your words' deceit. Against my soul's pure truth why labour you,
To make it wander in an unknown field? Are you a god ? would you create me new ?
Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield. But if that I am I, then well I know,
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
Far more, far more, to you do I decline.
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ;
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And, in that glorious supposition, think
Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink !
sight. Ant.S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night. Luc. Why call you me love ? call my sister so. Ant. S. Thy sister's sister.  Vain, light of tongue, not veracious. JOHNSON
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; My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim, My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.5
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be.
Ant.S. Call thyself sister, sweet, for I aim thee :
Luc. O, soft, sir, hold you still ;
. [Exit Luc. Enter, from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus,
DROMIO of Syracuse. Ant.S. Why, how now, Dromio? where runn'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 thy self.
Dro.s. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and besides myself. 'Ant.S. What woman's man? and how besides 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 a claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, Í 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
ke a lamp of her, and run fr her by her own light.  When he calls the girl bis only heaven on the earth, he utters the com. mon cant of lovers. When he calls her his heaven's claim, I cannot underst and him. Perhaps he means that which he asks of heaven. JOHNSON.