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Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Enter Dromio of Ephesus. Here comes the almanack of my true date. – What now? How chance, thou art return'd so soon? Dro. E. Return’d so soon! rather approach'd
too late: The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell, My mistress made it one upon my cheek: She is so hot, because the meat is cold: The meat is cold, because you come not home; You come not home, because you have no stomach; You have no stomach, having broke your fast; But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Are penitent for your default to-day. Ant. S. Stop in your wind, sir; tell me this, I
pray; Where have
left the money that I gave you? Dro. E. 0,-six-pence, that I had o'Wednesday,
last, To pay
the saddler for my mistress' crupper;The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.
Ant. S. I am not in a sportive humour now: Tell me, and dally not, where is the money? We being strangers here, how dar’st thou trust So great a charge from thine own custody?
Dro. E. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner: I from my mistress come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed;
Dro. E. To me, sir? why you gave no gold to me.
the mart Home to your house, the Phænix, sir, to dinner; My mistress, and her sister, stay for you.
Ant. S. Now, as I am a christian, answer me,
She that doth fast, till you come home to dinner, And prays, that you will hie you honie to dinner. Ant. S. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my
face, Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave. Dro. E. What mean you, sir? for God's sake,
your hands; Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
[Erit Dromio. E. Ant. S. Upon my life, by some device or other, The villain is o'er-raught of all my money. They say, this town is full of cozenage; As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye, Dark-working sorcerers, that change the mind, Soul-killing witches, that deform the body; Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks, And many such like liberties of sin: If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner. I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave; I greatly fear, my money is not safe. [Erit.
Enter Adriana and Luciana. Adr. Neither my husband, nor the slave return’d, That in such haste I sent to seek his master! Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Luc. Perhaps, some merchant hath invited him,
Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more?
Luc. Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.
Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed.
where? Luc. Till he come home again, I would forbear. Adr. Patience, unmovd, no marvel though she
pause; They can be meek, that have no other cause. A wretched soul, bruis’d with adversity, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry; But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, As much, or more, we should ourselves complain: So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee, With urging helpless patience would'st relieve me: But, if thou live to see like right bereft, This fool-begg’d patience in thee will be left.
Luc. Well I will marry one day, but to try;Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
Dro. E. Nay, he is at two hands with me, and that
my two ears can witness. Adr. Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st
thou his mind? Dro. E. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear: Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.
Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his meaning?