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The Comedie of Errors. Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, his man Dromio, Angelo the Goldsmith, and Balthaser the Merchant. E. Anti Good signior Angelo you must excuse vs all,
[600]
My wife is shrewish when I keepe not howres; Say that I lingerd with you at your shop To see the making of her Carkanet, And that to morrow you will bring it home. But here's a villaine that would face me downe
[605]
He met me on the Mart, and that I beat him, And charg'd him with a thousand markes in gold, And that I did denie my wife and house; Thou drunkard thou, what didst thou meane by this?
E. Dro. Say what you wil sir, but I know what I know,
[610]
That you beat me at the Mart I haue your hand to show; If y d r the skin were parchment, & yd the blows you gaue were ink, Your owne hand‑writing would tell you what I thinke.
E. Ant. I thinke thou art an asse E. Dro. Marry so it doth appeare
[615]
By the wrongs I suffer, and the blowes I beare, I should kicke being kickt, and being at that passe, You would keepe from my heeles, and beware of an asse.
E. An. Y'are sad signior Balthazar, pray God our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcom here. Bal.
[620]
I hold your dainties cheap sir, & your welcom deer.
E. An. Oh signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table full of welcome, makes scarce one dainty dish. Bal. Good meat sir is cõmon that euery churle affords. Anti. And welcome more common, for thats nothing but words. Bal.
[625]
Small cheere and great welcome, makes a mer‑ rie feast.
Anti. I, to a niggardly Host, and more sparing guest: But though my cates be meane, take them in good part, Better cheere may you haue, but not with better hart. But soft, my doore is lockt; goe bid them let vs in. E. Dro.
[630]
Maud, Briget, Marian, Cisley, Gillian, Ginn.
S. Dro. Mome, Malthorse, Capon, Coxcombe, Idi­ ot, Patch, Either get thee from the dore, or sit downe at the hatch: Dost thou coniure for wenches, that y u thou calst for such store, When one is one too many, goe get thee from the dore. E. Dro.
[635]
What patch is made our Porter? my Master stayes in the street.
S. Dro. Let him walke from whence he came, lest hee catch cold on's feet. E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the dore. S. Dro. Right sir, Ile tell you when, and you'll tell me wherefore. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I haue not din'd to day. S. Dro.
[640]
Nor to day here you must not come againe when you may.
Anti. What art thou that keep'st mee out from the howse I owe? S. Dro. The Porter for this time Sir, and my name is Dromio. E. Dro. O villaine, thou hast stolne both mine office and my name, The one nere got me credit, the other mickle blame:
[645]
If thou hadst beene Dromio to day in my place,

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Thou wouldst haue chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an asse. Enter Luce. Luce. What a coile is there Dromio? who are those at the gate? E. Dro. Let my Master in Luce. Luce. Faith no, hee comes too late, and so tell your Master. E. Dro.
[650]
O Lord I must laugh, haue at you with a Pro‑ uerbe, Shall I set in my staffe.
Luce. Haue at you with another, that's when? can you tell? S. Dro. If thy name be called Luce, Luce thou hast an­swer'd him well. Anti. Doe you heare you minion, you'll let vs in I hope? Luce.
[655]
I thought to haue askt you.
S. Dro. And you said no. E. Dro. So come helpe, well strooke, there was blow for blow. Anti. Thou baggage let me in. Luce. Can you tell for whose sake? E.Drom.
[660]
Master, knocke the doore hard.
Luce. Let him knocke till it ake. Anti. You'll crie for this minion, if I beat the doore downe. Luce. What needs all that, and a paire of stocks in the towne? Enter Adriana. Adr. Who is that at the doore yT that keeps all this noise? S. Dro.
[665]
By my troth your towne is troubled with vn­ruly boies.
Anti. Are you there Wife? you might haue come before. Adri. Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore. E. Dro. If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold goe sore. Angelo. Heere is neither cheere sir, nor welcome, we would faine haue either. Baltz.
[670]
In debating which was best, wee shall part with neither.
E. Dro. They stand at the doore, Master, bid them welcome hither. Anti. There is something in the winde, that we can­not get in. E. Dro. You would say so Master, if your garments were thin. Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the cold.
[675]
It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought and sold.
Ant. Go fetch me something, Ile break ope the gate. S. Dro. Breake any breaking here, and Ile breake your knaues pate. E. Dro. A man may breake a word with your sir, and words are but winde: I and breake it in your face, so he break it not behinde. S. Dro.
[680]
It seemes thou want'st breaking, out vpon thee hinde.
E. Dro. Here's too much out vpon thee, I pray thee let me in. S. Dro. I, when fowles haue no feathers, and fish haue no fin. Ant. Well, Ile breake in: go borrow me a crow. E. Dro. A crow without feather, Master meane you so; For

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Actus Tertius. Scena Prima. [Act 3, Scene 1] Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, his man Dromio, Angelo the Goldsmith, and Balthaser the Merchant. E. Anti Good signior Angelo you must excuse vs all,
[600]
My wife is shrewish when I keepe not howres; Say that I lingerd with you at your shop To see the making of her Carkanet, And that to morrow you will bring it home. But here's a villaine that would face me downe
[605]
He met me on the Mart, and that I beat him, And charg'd him with a thousand markes in gold, And that I did denie my wife and house; Thou drunkard thou, what didst thou meane by this?
E. Dro. Say what you wil sir, but I know what I know,
[610]
That you beat me at the Mart I haue your hand to show; If y d r the skin were parchment, & ydthe blows you gaue were ink, Your owne hand‑writing would tell you what I thinke.
E. Ant. I thinke thou art an asse E. Dro. Marry so it doth appeare
[615]
By the wrongs I suffer, and the blowes I beare, I should kicke being kickt, and being at that passe, You would keepe from my heeles, and beware of an asse.
E. An. Y'are sad signior Balthazar, pray God our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcom here. Bal.
[620]
I hold your dainties cheap sir, & your welcom deer.
E. An. Oh signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table full of welcome, makes scarce one dainty dish. Bal. Good meat sir is cõmon that euery churle affords. Anti. And welcome more common, for thats nothing but words. Bal.
[625]
Small cheere and great welcome, makes a mer‑ rie feast.
Anti. I, to a niggardly Host, and more sparing guest: But though my cates be meane, take them in good part, Better cheere may you haue, but not with better hart. But soft, my doore is lockt; goe bid them let vs in. E. Dro.
[630]
Maud, Briget, Marian, Cisley, Gillian, Ginn.
S. Dro. Mome, Malthorse, Capon, Coxcombe, Idi­ ot, Patch, Either get thee from the dore, or sit downe at the hatch: Dost thou coniure for wenches, that y uthou calst for such store, When one is one too many, goe get thee from the dore. E. Dro.
[635]
What patch is made our Porter? my Master stayes in the street.
S. Dro. Let him walke from whence he came, lest hee catch cold on's feet. E. Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the dore. S. Dro. Right sir, Ile tell you when, and you'll tell me wherefore. Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I haue not din'd to day. S. Dro.
[640]
Nor to day here you must not come againe when you may.
Anti. What art thou that keep'st mee out from the howse I owe? S. Dro. The Porter for this time Sir, and my name is Dromio. E. Dro. O villaine, thou hast stolne both mine office and my name, The one nere got me credit, the other mickle blame:
[645]
If thou hadst beene Dromio to day in my place, Thou wouldst haue chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an asse.
Enter Luce. Luce. What a coile is there Dromio? who are those at the gate? E. Dro. Let my Master in Luce. Luce. Faith no, hee comes too late, and so tell your Master. E. Dro.
[650]
O Lord I must laugh, haue at you with a Pro‑ uerbe, Shall I set in my staffe.
Luce. Haue at you with another, that's when? can you tell? S. Dro. If thy name be called Luce, Luce thou hast an­swer'd him well. Anti. Doe you heare you minion, you'll let vs in I hope? Luce.
[655]
I thought to haue askt you.
S. Dro. And you said no. E. Dro. So come helpe, well strooke, there was blow for blow. Anti. Thou baggage let me in. Luce. Can you tell for whose sake? E.Drom.
[660]
Master, knocke the doore hard.
Luce. Let him knocke till it ake. Anti. You'll crie for this minion, if I beat the doore downe. Luce. What needs all that, and a paire of stocks in the towne? Enter Adriana. Adr. Who is that at the doore yTthat keeps all this noise? S. Dro.
[665]
By my troth your towne is troubled with vn­ruly boies.
Anti. Are you there Wife? you might haue come before. Adri. Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore. E. Dro. If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold goe sore. Angelo. Heere is neither cheere sir, nor welcome, we would faine haue either. Baltz.
[670]
In debating which was best, wee shall part with neither.
E. Dro. They stand at the doore, Master, bid them welcome hither. Anti. There is something in the winde, that we can­not get in. E. Dro. You would say so Master, if your garments were thin. Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the cold.
[675]
It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought and sold.
Ant. Go fetch me something, Ile break ope the gate. S. Dro. Breake any breaking here, and Ile breake your knaues pate. E. Dro. A man may breake a word with your sir, and words are but winde: I and breake it in your face, so he break it not behinde. S. Dro.
[680]
It seemes thou want'st breaking, out vpon thee hinde.
E. Dro. Here's too much out vpon thee, I pray thee let me in. S. Dro. I, when fowles haue no feathers, and fish haue no fin. Ant. Well, Ile breake in: go borrow me a crow. E. Dro. A crow without feather, Master meane you so;
[685]
For a fish without a finne, ther's a fowle without a fether, If a crow help vs in sirra, wee'll plucke a crow together.
Ant. Go, get thee gon, fetch me an iron Crow. Balth. Haue patience sir, oh let it not be so, Heerein you warre against your reputation,
[690]
And draw within the compasse of suspect Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife. Once this your long experience of your wisedome, Her sober vertue, yeares, and modestie, Plead on your part some cause to you vnknowne;
[695]
And doubt not sir, but she will well excuse Why at this time the dores are made against you. Be rul'd by me, depart in patience, And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner, And about euening come your selfe alone,
[700]
To know the reason of this strange restraint: If by strong hand you offer to breake in Now in the stirring passage of the day, A vulgar comment will be made of it; And that supposed by the common rowt
[705]
Against your yet vngalled estimation, That may with foule intrusion enter in, And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead; For slander liues vpon succession: For euer hows'd, where it gets possession.
Anti.
[710]
You haue preuail'd, I will depart in quiet, And in despight of mirth meane to be merrie: I know a wench of excellent discourse, Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle; There will we dine: this woman that I meane
[715]
My wife (but I protest without desert) Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall: To her will we to dinner, get you home And fetch the chaine, by this I know 'tis made, Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine,
[720]
For there's the house: That chaine will I bestow (Be it for nothing but to spight my wife) Vpon mine hostesse there, good sir make haste: Since mine owne doores refuse to entertaine me, Ile knocke else­where, to see if they'll disdaine me.
Ang.
[725]
Ile meet you at that place some houre hence.
Anti. Do so, this iest shall cost me some expence. Exeunt.
 

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      <l n="602">To see the making of her Carkanet,</l>
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      <l n="604">But here's a villaine that would face me downe</l>
      <l n="605">He met me on the Mart, and that I beat him,</l>
      <l n="606">And charg'd him with a thousand markes in gold,</l>
      <l n="607">And that I did denie my wife and house;</l>
      <l n="608">Thou drunkard thou, what didst thou meane by this?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="614">Marry so it doth appeare</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">E. An.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bal.</speaker>
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      <speaker rend="italic">E. An.</speaker>
      <l n="621">Oh signior<hi rend="italic">Balthazar</hi>, either at flesh or fish,</l>
      <l n="622">A table full of welcome, makes scarce one dainty dish.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-bal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bal.</speaker>
      <l n="623">Good meat sir is cõmon that euery churle affords.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="624">And welcome more common, for thats nothing
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bal.</speaker>
      <l n="625">Small cheere and great welcome, makes a mer‑
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   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="626">I, to a niggardly Host, and more sparing guest:</l>
      <l n="627">But though my cates be meane, take them in good part,</l>
      <l n="628">Better cheere may you haue, but not with better hart.</l>
      <l n="629">But soft, my doore is lockt; goe bid them let vs in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
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         <hi rend="italic">Maud, Briget, Marian, Cisley, Gillian, Ginn.</hi>
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   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="631">Mome, Malthorse, Capon, Coxcombe, Idi­
      <lb/>ot, Patch,</l>
      <l n="632">Either get thee from the dore, or sit downe at the hatch:</l>
      <l n="633">Dost thou coniure for wenches, that<choice>
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      <l n="634">When one is one too many, goe get thee from the dore.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="635">What patch is made our Porter? my Master
      <lb/>stayes in the street.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="636">Let him walke from whence he came, lest hee
      <lb/>catch cold on's feet.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-ean">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="637">Who talks within there? hoa, open the dore.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="638">Right sir, Ile tell you when, and you'll tell
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   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="639">Wherefore? for my dinner: I haue not din'd to
      <lb/>day.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="640">Nor to day here you must not come againe
      <lb/>when you may.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="641">What art thou that keep'st mee out from the
      <lb/>howse I owe?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="642">The Porter for this time Sir, and my name is
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   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="643">O villaine, thou hast stolne both mine office
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      <l n="645">If thou hadst beene<hi rend="italic">Dromio</hi>to day in my place,</l>
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      <l n="646">Thou wouldst haue chang'd thy face for a name, or thy
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Luce.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="647">What a coile is there<hi rend="italic">Dromio</hi>? who are those
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   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="648">Let my Master in<hi rend="italic">Luce.</hi>
      </l>
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   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="649">Faith no, hee comes too late, and so tell your
      <lb/>Master.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="650">O Lord I must laugh, haue at you with a Pro‑
      <lb/>uerbe,</l>
      <l n="651">Shall I set in my staffe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="652">Haue at you with another, that's when? can
      <lb/>you tell?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="653">If thy name be called<hi rend="italic">Luce, Luce</hi>thou hast an­swer'd
      <lb/>him well.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="654">Doe you heare you minion, you'll let vs in I
      <lb/>hope?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="655">I thought to haue askt you.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="656">And you said no.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="657">So come helpe, well strooke, there was blow
      <lb/>for blow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="658">Thou baggage let me in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="659">Can you tell for whose sake?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E.Drom.</speaker>
      <l n="660">Master, knocke the doore hard.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="661">Let him knocke till it ake.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="662">You'll crie for this minion, if I beat the doore
      <lb/>downe.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-luc">
      <speaker rend="italic">Luce.</speaker>
      <l n="663">What needs all that, and a paire of stocks in the
      <lb/>towne?</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Adriana.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-err-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Adr.</speaker>
      <l n="664">Who is that at the doore<choice>
            <abbr>yT</abbr>
            <expan>that</expan>
         </choice>keeps all this noise?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="665">By my troth your towne is troubled with vn­ruly
      <lb/>boies.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="666">Are you there Wife? you might haue come
      <lb/>before.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-adr">
      <speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
      <l n="667">Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="668">If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold
      <lb/>goe sore.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-ang">
      <speaker rend="italic">Angelo.</speaker>
      <l n="669">Heere is neither cheere sir, nor welcome, we
      <lb/>would faine haue either.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-bal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Baltz.</speaker>
      <l n="670">In debating which was best, wee shall part
      <lb/>with neither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="671">They stand at the doore, Master, bid them
      <lb/>welcome hither.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="672">There is something in the winde, that we can­not
      <lb/>get in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="673">You would say so Master, if your garments
      <lb/>were thin.</l>
      <l n="674">Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the
      <lb/>cold.</l>
      <l n="675">It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought
      <lb/>and sold.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="676">Go fetch me something, Ile break ope the gate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="677">Breake any breaking here, and Ile breake your
      <lb/>knaues pate.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="678">A man may breake a word with your sir, and
      <lb/>words are but winde:</l>
      <l n="679">I and breake it in your face, so he break it not behinde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="680">It seemes thou want'st breaking, out vpon thee
      <lb/>hinde.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="681">Here's too much out vpon thee, I pray thee let
      <lb/>me in.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-sdr">
      <speaker rend="italic">S. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="682">I, when fowles haue no feathers, and fish haue
      <lb/>no fin.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="683">Well, Ile breake in: go borrow me a crow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-edr">
      <speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
      <l n="684">A crow without feather, Master meane you so;</l>
      <pb facs="FFimg:axc0111-0.jpg" n="91"/>
      <cb n="1"/>
      <l n="685">For a fish without a finne, ther's a fowle without a fether,</l>
      <l n="686">If a crow help vs in sirra, wee'll plucke a crow together.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ant.</speaker>
      <l n="687">Go, get thee gon, fetch me an iron Crow.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-bal">
      <speaker rend="italic">Balth.</speaker>
      <l n="688">Haue patience sir, oh let it not be so,</l>
      <l n="689">Heerein you warre against your reputation,</l>
      <l n="690">And draw within the compasse of suspect</l>
      <l n="691">Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife.</l>
      <l n="692">Once this your long experience of your wisedome,</l>
      <l n="693">Her sober vertue, yeares, and modestie,</l>
      <l n="694">Plead on your part some cause to you vnknowne;</l>
      <l n="695">And doubt not sir, but she will well excuse</l>
      <l n="696">Why at this time the dores are made against you.</l>
      <l n="697">Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,</l>
      <l n="698">And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner,</l>
      <l n="699">And about euening come your selfe alone,</l>
      <l n="700">To know the reason of this strange restraint:</l>
      <l n="701">If by strong hand you offer to breake in</l>
      <l n="702">Now in the stirring passage of the day,</l>
      <l n="703">A vulgar comment will be made of it;</l>
      <l n="704">And that supposed by the common rowt</l>
      <l n="705">Against your yet vngalled estimation,</l>
      <l n="706">That may with foule intrusion enter in,</l>
      <l n="707">And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead;</l>
      <l n="708">For slander liues vpon succession:</l>
      <l n="709">For euer hows'd, where it gets possession.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="710">You haue preuail'd, I will depart in quiet,</l>
      <l n="711">And in despight of mirth meane to be merrie:</l>
      <l n="712">I know a wench of excellent discourse,</l>
      <l n="713">Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle;</l>
      <l n="714">There will we dine: this woman that I meane</l>
      <l n="715">My wife (but I protest without desert)</l>
      <l n="716">Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall:</l>
      <l n="717">To her will we to dinner, get you home</l>
      <l n="718">And fetch the chaine, by this I know 'tis made,</l>
      <l n="719">Bring it I pray you to the<hi rend="italic">Porpentine</hi>,</l>
      <l n="720">For there's the house: That chaine will I bestow</l>
      <l n="721">(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)</l>
      <l n="722">Vpon mine hostesse there, good sir make haste:</l>
      <l n="723">Since mine owne doores refuse to entertaine me,</l>
      <l n="724">Ile knocke else­where, to see if they'll disdaine me.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-ang">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ang.</speaker>
      <l n="725">Ile meet you at that place some houre hence.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-err-san">
      <speaker rend="italic">Anti.</speaker>
      <l n="726">Do so, this iest shall cost me some expence.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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