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Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like. Even for the service that long since I did thee, Once did I get him bound, and sent him home, When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went, Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood That here and there his fury had committed. That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice. Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
Ege. Unless the fear of death doth make me He broke from those that had the guard of him; dote, And, with his mad attendant and himself, I see my son Antipholus, and Dromio. Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords, Ant. E, Justice, sweet prince, against that Met us again, and, madly bent on us,
woman there. Chased us away; till, raising of more aid, She, whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife; We came again to bind them: then they fled That hath abused and dishonour'd me, Into this abbey, whither we pursued them; Even in the strength and height of injury! And here the abbess shuts the gates on us, Beyond imagination is the wrong, And will not suffer us to fetch him out, That she this day hath shameless thrown on me. Nor send him forth, that we may bear him Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me hence.
just. Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy com Ant. E. This day, great duke, she shut the mand,
doors upon me, Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for While she, with harlots, feasted in my house. help.
Duke. A grievous fault: Say, woman, didst Duke. Long since, thy husband serv'd me in my wars ;
Adr. No, my good lord ;-myself, he, and my And I to thee engag'd a prince's word,
sister, When thou didst make him master of thy bed, To-day did dine together : So befal my soul, To do him all the grace and good I could. As this is false, he burdens me withal ! Go some of you, knock at the abbey-gate, Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep oë And bid the lady abbess come to me ;
night, I will determine this before I stir.
But she tells to your highness simple truth!
Ang. ( perjur'd woman! they are both for. Enter a Servant.
In this the madman justly chargeth them. Serv. O mistress, mistress, shift and save Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say; yourself!
Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine, My master and his man are both broke loose, Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire, Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor, Albeit, my wrongs might make one wiser mad. Whose beard they have sing’d off with brands This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him
her, Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair: Could witness it, for he was with me then ; My master preaches patience to hiin, while Who parted with me to go fetch a chain, His man with scissars nicks him like a fool : Promising to bring it to the Porcupine, And, sure, unless you send some present help, Where Balthazar and I did dine together. Between them they will kill the conjurer. Our dinner done, and he not coming thither, Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are I went to seek him : In the street I met him ;
And in his company, that gentleman.
Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true: That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,
He did arrest me with an officer.
[ Cry within. I did obey, and sent my peasant home
To go in person with me to my house.
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
villain, Enter AntiPHOLUS and Dromio of Ephesus.
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller ; Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke, oh, grant A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, me justice !
A living dead man': this pernicious slave,
of fire ;
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer ;
Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bond. And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
man, sir, And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords ; Cries out, I was possess’d: then altogether Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound. They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence ; Ege. I am sure, you both of you remember And in a dark and dankish vault at home There left me and my man, both bound toge Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by ther;
you; Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, For lately we were bound, as you are now. I gain’d my freedom, and immediately
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir? Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech Æge. Why look you strange on me? you To give me ample satisfaction
know me well. For these deep shames and great indignities. Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now. Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness Æge. Oh! grief hath chang'à me since you with him,
saw me last; That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out. And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or Have written strange de features in
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Ang. He had, my lord : and when he ran in Ant. E. Neither. here,
Æge, Dromio, nor thou ? *These people saw the chain about his neck. Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of Ege. I am sure, thou dcst. mine
Dro. E. Ay, sir ? but I am sure, I do not ; Heard you confess you had the chain of him, and whatsoever a man denies, you are now After you first forswore it on the mart,
bound to believe him. And thereupon I drew my sword on you; Æge. Not know my voice ! O, time's extreAnd then you fled into this abbey here,
mity! From whence, 1 think, you are come by miracle. Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor Aut. E. I never came within these abbey tongue, walls,
In seven short years, that here my only son Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares ? I never saw the chain, so help me heaven ! Though now this grained face of mine be hid And this is false, you burden me withal. In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, Duke. What an intricate impeach is this ! And all the conduits of
my blood froze up; I think, you all have drank of Circe's cup. Yet hath my night of life some memory, If here you hous’d him, here he would have My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear : If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly :
All these old witnesses (I cannot err,) You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus. Denies that saying :-Sirrah, what say you? Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Æge. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Porcupine.
Thou know'st, we parted ; but, perhaps, my son, Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd | Thou sham’st to acknowledge me in misery. that ring.
Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of
the city, her.
Can witness with me that it is not so ; Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey I ne'er saw Syracusa in my
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your Have I been patron to Antipholus, grace.
During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa : Duke. Why, this is strange :-Go call the I see, thy age and dangers make thee dote.
abbess hither; I think, you are all mated, or stark mad. Re-enter the Abbess, with ANTIPIOLUS, Syra[Erit an Attendant.
cusan ; and Dromio, Syracusan. Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word ;
Abb. Most mighty duke, behold a man much Haply, I see a friend will save my life,
wrong'd. [All gather to see him. pay the sum that may deliver me.
Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deDuke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou
ceive me. wilt.
Duke. One of these men is genius to the Ege. Is not your name, sir, called Antipho other; lus?
And so of these: Which is the natural man, And is not that your bendman, Dromio? And which the spirit ? Who deciphers them?
Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. , I see, we still did meet each other's man,
here. Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his Duke. It shall not need, thy father hath his bonds,
life. And gain a husband by his liberty :
Cour. Sir, I must have that diamond from Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man,
you. That had'st a wife once callid Æmilia,
Ant. E. There, take it ; and much thanks for That bore thee at a burden two fair sons :
my good cheer. O, if thou be'st the same Ægeon, speak,
Abb. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the And speak unto the same Æmilia !
pains Æge. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia ; To go with us into the abbey here, If thou art she, tell me, where is that son, And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes :That floated with thee on the fatal raft? And all that are assembled in this place,
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, That by this sympathized one day's error And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; Have suífer'd wrong, go, keep us company, But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth And we shall make full satistaction.By force took Dromio, and my son from them, Twenty-five years have I but gone in travail And me they left with those of Epidamnum: Of you, my sons; nor, till this present hour, What then became of them, I cannot tell; My heavy burdens are delivered :I, to this fortune that you see me in.
The duke, my husband, and my children both, Duke. Why, here begins this morning story And you the calenders of their nativity, right:
Go to a gossip's feast, and go with me; These two Antipholus's, these two so like, After so long grief, such nativity! And these two Dromio's, one in semblance, Duke. With all my heart, I'll gossip at this Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,
feast. These are the parents to these children,
[Ereunt Duke, Abbess, Ægeon, Courtesta, Which accidentally are met together.
Merchant, Angelo, and Attendants. Antipholus, thou cam’st from Corinth first. Dro. S. Master, shall I fetch your stuff from
Ant. S. No, sir, not I ; I came from Syracuse. shipboard ? Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou is which.
embark'd ? Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gra
Dro. S. Your goods, that lay at host, sir, in cious lord.
the Centaur. Dro. E. And I with him.
Ant. S. He speaks to me; I am your master, Ant. E. Brought to this town by that most Dromio : famous warrior,
Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon: Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. Adr. Wliich of you two did dine with me to [Exeunt Antipholus $. and E. Adr. and day?
Luc. Ant. S. I, gentle mistress.
Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master's Adr. And are not you my husband ?
house, Ant. E. No, I say nay tó that.
That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner ; Ant. S. And so do I, yet did she call me so; She now shall be my sister, not my wife. And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Dro. E. Methinks, you are my glass, and not Did call me brother :-What I told you then, I hope, I shall have leisure to make good; I see by you, I am a sweet-faced youth. If this be not a dream, I see, and hear. Will you walk in to see their gossiping? Ang. That is the chain, sir, which you had Dro. S. Not I, sir ; you are my elder. of me.
Dro. E. That's a question : How shall we Ant. S. I think it be, sir ; I deny it not. Ant. E. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. Dro. S. We will draw cuts for the senior : Ang. I think I did, sir ; I deny it not. till then, lead thou first.
Adr. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, Dro. E. Nay, then thus: By Dromio ; but I think, he brought it not. We came into the world, like brother and Dro. E. No, none by me.
brother ; Ant. S. This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you, And now let's go hand in hand, not one before And Dromio my man did bring them me:
my brother :
try it ?
PERSONS OF THE DRAMA.
Doncan, king of Scotland :
Seyton, an officer attending on Macbeths Malcolm,
Son to Macduff: his sons. DONALBAIN,
An English Doctor. A Scotch Doctor.
A Soldier. A Porter. An old Man.
Lady MacDUFF. Rósse,
Gentlewoman attending on Lady Macbeth.
Hecate, and three Witches.
Lords, Gentlemen, Officers, Soldiers, Murderers, Fleance, son to Banquo.
Attendants, and Messengers.
The Ghost of Banquo, and several other Appam Young SIWARD, his son.
ritions. Scene, in the end of the fourth act, lies in England; through the rest of the play, in Scotlands
and, chiefly, at Macbeth's castle.
Fair is foul, and foul is fair :
Ć Witches vanishi.
SCENE I.-An open place.
1 Witch. When shall we three meet again, In thunder, lightning, or in rain ?
2 Witch. When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.
3 Witch. That will be ere set of sun.
SCENE II.-A camp near Fores.
COLM, DONALBAIN, LENOx, with Attendants,
Mal. This is the sergeant,
And fan our people cold. Who, like a good and hardy soldier, fought Norway himself, with terrible numbers, 'Gainst my captivity :-Hail, brave friend! Assisted by that most disloyal traitor Say to the king the knowledge of the broil, The thane of Cawdor, 'gan a dismal conflict: As thou didst leave it.
Till that Bellona's bridegroom, lapp'd in proof, Sold. Doubtfully it stood;
Confronted him with self-comparisons, As two spent swimmers, that do cling together, Point against point rebellious, arm 'gainst arm, And choke their art. The merciless Macdɔn- Curbing his lavish spirit: And, to conclude, wald
The victory fell on us ;(Worthy to be a rebel; for, to that,
Dun. Great happiness! The multiplying villainies of nature
Rosse. That now Do swarm upon him,) from the western isles Sweno, the Norways' king, craves composition ; Of Kernes and Gallowglasses is supplied ; Nor would we deign him burial of his men, And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Till he disbursed, at St Colmes' inch, Show'd like a rebel's whore: But all's too weak; | Ten thousand dollars to our general use. For brave Macbeth, (well he deserves that name,) Dun. No more that thane of Cawdor shall Disdaining fortune, with his brandish'd steel,
deceive Which smok'd with bloody execution,
Our bosom interest:-Go, pronounce his death, Like valour's minion,
And with his former title greet Macbeth. Carv'd out his passage, till he fac'd the slave ; Rosse. I'll see it done. And ne'er shook hands, nor bade farewell to him, Dun. What he hath lost, noble Macbeth hath Till he unscam'd him from the nave to th' chaps,
[Ereuat. And fix'd his head upon our battl: ments. Dun. O, valiant cousin! worthygentleman !
SCENE III.- A heath.
Thunder. Enter three Witches. So from that spring, whence comfort seem'd to 1 Witch. Where hast thou been, sister? come,
2 Witch. Killing swine. Discomfort swells. Mark, king of Scotland, 3 Witch. Sister, where thou ? mark:
1 Witch, A sailor's wife had chesnuts in ba No sooner justice had, with valour arm’d,
lap, Compell’d these skipping Kernes to trust their And mounch’d, and mounch’d, and mounch’d:
Give me, quoth I: But the Norweyan lord, surveying vantage, Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries With furbish’d arms, and new supplies of men, Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master o'the Bezan a fresh assault.
Tiger: Dun. Dismay'd not this
But in a sieve I'll thither sail, Our captains, Macbeth and Banquo ?
And, like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, I'll do, and I'll do.
1 Witch. Thou art kind. As cannons overcharg'd with double cracks ; 3 Witch. And I another. So they
1 Witch. I myself have all the otherf:
I'the shipman's card.
I will drain him dry as hay:
He shall live a man forbid :
Though his bark cannot be lost,
Yet it shall be tempest-toss'd.
Look what I have. Mal. The worthy thane of Rosse.
2 Witch. Show me, show me. Len. What haste looks through his eyes! So 1 Witch. Here I have a pilot's thumb, should he look,
Wreck’d, as homeward he did come. That seems to speak things strange.
[Drum withia. Rosse. God save the king !
3 Witch. A drum, a drum; Dun. Whence cam’st thou, worthy thane ? Macbeth doth come. Rosse. From Fife, great king,
All. The weird sisters, hand in hand, Where the Norweyan banners flout the sky, Posters of the sea and land,