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Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eye. Ant, of Syr. For gazing on your dazzling beams, fair sun. Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight. Ant, of Syr. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on darkness. Luc. Why call you melove? call my sister so. Ant, of Syr. Thy sister's sister. Luc. That's my sister. Ant, of Syr. No; It is thyself, my own self's better half, My eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart, My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim. Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be. Ant. of Syr. Call thyself sister, sweet, for thee I mean : Thee will I love, with thee would spend my days. Give me thy hand. Luc. Oh, soft, sir, hold you still. I'll seek my sister, to get her consent; If she approve, I shall accord, no doubt. [Erit. Ant, of Syr. O subtle power! O soil too capable! Scarce had her sun of beauty warm'd my heart, When the gay flower of love, disclosing fragrance, Sprung up at once, and blossom'd to perfection, . Ere well the bud was seen. Why, how now, Dromiot
Enter DROMio of SYRACUSE.
Ant, of Syr. What woman's man? and how beside thyself?
Dro. of Syr. Marry, sir, beside myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
Ant. of Syr. What claim lays she to thee?
Dro. of Syr. Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse.
Ant. of Syr. What is she
Dro. of Syr. A very reverend body; and though I have but lean luck in the match, yet she is a wondrous fat marriage.—Sir, she's the kitchen wench, all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light.--To conclude; this drudge laid claim to me, called me Dromio, swore I was betrothed to her, told me what secret marks I had about me; as, the marks on my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her, as a witch— and I think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she would have transformed me to a cur-tail dog, and made me turn in the wheel.
Ant. & Syr. Sure, none but witches can inhabit
And therefore 'tis high time that we were hence.
Where I will walk till thou return to me, [Erit. Dro. of Syr. As from a bear, a man would run for life,
So I from her, that swears she is my wife. [Erit.
Enter ANTIPHolis of SYRAcuse, from ANTIPholis of Ephesus'House, meeting ANGELo, with a Bracelet.
Angelo, Master Antipholis : Ant. of Syr. Ay, that's my name. 4-s: M know it well, sir.—Lo, here is the braceet . I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine, It being unfinish'd, made my stay thus long. Ant. of Syr. What is your will that I should do with this? Angelo. Ev’n what you please, sir—I have made it for you. Ant, of Syr. Made it for me, sir! I never once bespoke it. Angelo. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have. . Go home with it, and please your wife withal. About your supper time I'll visit you, And then receive my money for the bracelet. Ant. of Syr. I pray you, sir, since you will force it On me, - - Receive the money now, For fear you ne'er see that or jewel more. Angelo. You are a merry man, sir—fare so wit. Ant. of Syr. Wonder on wonder rises every moment! What I should think of this I cannot tell; However strange, here on my arm I'll wear it, Preserve it safe, as fortune's happy pledge.
Oft' as it strikes my eye, I'll heave a sigh,
ACT THE FOURTH.
Enter Second MERCHANT, ANGELo, and an
2 Merch. You know since Pentecost the sum is
And since I have not much importun'd you.
Angelo. Ev’n just the sum that I do owe to you,
I shall receive the money for the same.
Please you but walk with me down to his house,
I will discharge my bond, and thank you too.
Enter ANTIPholis of EPHEsus and DRom Io or EPHEsus. ,
Ant. of Eph. While I go to the goldsmith's house,
A man is well holpe up, that trusts to you:
Angelo. Saving your merry humour, here's the note
Ant. of Eph. I am not furnish'd with the sum
Besides, I have some business in the town.
Good signor, take the stranger to my h And with you take the bracelet-Bid my Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof. Perchance I will be there as soon as you. Angelo. Then you will bring the bracelet there yourself? Ant. of Eph. No, do you bear it, lest I come not time enough. Angelo. Well, sir, I will then—have you it about you? re