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If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass.
Luce. [Within.] What a coil is there! Dromio, who are those at the gate?
Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce.
Faith no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.
Dro. S. If thy name be called Luce, Luce, thou
Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
Luce. I thought to have ask'd
And you said, no. Dro. E. So, come, help; well struck; there was
blow for blow.
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.
Can you tell for whose sake?
Let him knock till it ake.
Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard.
Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
Adr. [Within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps all this noise?
Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.
Ant. E. Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the
Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore.
Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we would fain have either.
Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.2
Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope
Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's pate.
Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir; and words are but wind;
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out upon thee, hind!
Dro. E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray thee, let me in.
Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin.
Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a crow. Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, mean you so?
we shall part with neither.] Mr.Tyrwhitt says, that, in our old language, to part signified to have part. But part does not signify to share or divide, but to depart or go away; and Balthazar means to say, that whilst debating which is best, they should go away without either.
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow to
Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron
Bal. Have patience, sir; O, let it not be
Herein you war against your reputation,
Once this,-Your long experience of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the doors are made against 4 you.*
Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner:
For ever hous'd, where it once gets posses
3 Once this,] Once this, may mean, once for all, at once. the doors are made against you.] To make the door is the expression used to this day in some counties of England, instead of, to bar the door.
Ant. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart in
And, in despight of mirth,5 mean to be merry.
For there's the house; that chain will I bestow
Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste:
Ant. E. Do so; This jest shall cost me some [Exeunt.
Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot A husband's office? shall, Antipholus, hate, Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot? Shall love, in building, grow so ruinate?
And, in despight of mirth,] Though mirth has withdrawn herself from me, and seems determined to avoid me, yet in despight of her, and whether she will or not, I am resolved to be merry.
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;
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger:
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Be secret-false: What need she be acquainted?
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife: 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain,7
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Ant. S. Sweet mistress, (what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine,) Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show
Than our earth's wonder; more than earth divine. Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy gross conceit,
Being compact of credit,] Means, being made altogether of credulity.
vain,] Is light of tongue, not veracious. JOHNSON.