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Abetting him to thwart me in my mood ? - Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, But wrong not that
with a more contempt. LOF Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine ;
Thou art an elm, 'my husband, I a vine:
Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss ;
Ant. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theam; What, was I marry'd to her in my dream ?
Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
Until I know this fure uncertainty,
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
S. Dro. (6) We talk wiib Goblins, Owls, and elvish Sprights ;] They might fancy, they talk'd with Goblins and Sprights ; but why with Owls, in the Name of Nonsense? Or could Owls suck their Breath, and pinch them black and blue? I dare say, my Readers will acquiesce in the Juftness of my Emendation here: The Word is common with our Author in other
(7) Wby prats ebou to tbyself ?
Dromio, ébou Dromio, snail, tbox Bug, obou fot.] In the first of these Lines, Mr. Rowe and Mr. Pope have Both, for what Reason I cannot tell, curtail'd the Measure, and dif
S. Dro. Nay, master, both in mind and in my lape.
S. Dro. 'Tis true; the rides me, and I long for grafs. "Tis fo, I am an ass ; else it could never be, But I should know her, as well as she knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
Ant. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell ?
S Dro. Mafter, shall I be porter at the gate ?
[Exeunt. mounted the doggrel Rhyme, which I have replac'd from the first Folio. The second Verse is there likewise read;
Dromio, tbou Dromio, Ibou snail, obou sug, obou for. The Verse is thus half-a Foot too long ; my Corre&ion-cures that Fault : besides Drone corresponds with the other Appellations of Reproach,
SCENE, the Street before Antipholis's
House. Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus,
Angelo, and Balthazar.
E. ANTIPHOL 19.
Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
I know ; That you
beat me at the mart, I have your hand to
Ihow ; If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave
were ink, Your own hand-writing would tell you what I think.
E. Ant. I think, thou art an ass.
E. Dro. Marry, so it don't appear (8) By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear; (8) Marry, so it doth appear,
By. tbe Wrongs 1 suffer, and ibe Blows I bear.] Thus all the printed Copies. But, certainly, This is Cross-purposes in ReaSoning. It appears, Dromio is an Ass by his making no Refiltance : because an Ass, being kick’d, kicks again. Our Author never argues at this wild Rate, where his Text is genuine.
I should kick, being kickt ; and, being at that pass,
our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome here. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, Sir, and your wel
nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a merry
E. Dro. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Gim!
ftore, When one is one too many ? go, get thee from tho
door. E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my masier
stays in the street. S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he came, left he
catch cold on's feet. E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the
door. S. Dro. Right, Sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell me
wherefore, E. Ant. Wherefore ? for my dinner : I have not din'd
to day. S. Dro. Nor' to day here you must not : come again,
when you may.
you tell i
2. Ant. What art thou, that keep'it me out from the
house I owe?
and my name:
name for an ass.
are those at the gate ?
Luce, Faith, no; he comes too late ; 11. And so tell your master.
E. Dro. O lord, I must laugh ;
Luce. Have at you with another ; that's when, can
I trów !
tell for whose fake?
town? Adr. [within] Who is that at the door, that keeps all
this noise ? S. Dro. By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys. 30 IS