The Comedie of Errors.Adri.Backe slaue, or I will breake thy pate a‑crosse.Dro.And he will blesse
yT
that crosse with other beating:
Betweene you, I shall haue a holy head.Adri.Hence prating pesant, fetch thy Master home.Dro.
[345]
Am I so round with you, as you with me,That like a foot‑ball you doe spurne me thus:You spurne me hence, and he will spurne me hither,If I last in this seruice, you must case me in
leather.
Luci.Fie how impatience lowreth in your face.Adri.
[350]
His company must do his minions grace,Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie
looke:
Hath homelie age th' alluring beauty tookeFrom my poore cheeke? then he hath wasted it.Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit,
[355]
If voluble and sharpe discourse be mar'd,Vnkindnesse blunts it more then marble hard.Doe their gay vestments his affections
baite?
That's not my fault, hee's master of my
state.
What ruines are in me that can be found,
[360]
By him not ruin'd? Then is he the groundOf my defeatures. My decayed faire,A sunnie looke of his, would soone repaire.But, too vnruly Deere, he breakes the pale,And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale.Luci.
[365]
Selfe‑harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence.Ad.Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:I know his eye doth homage other‑where,Or else, what lets it but he would be here?Sister, you know he promis'd me a chaine,
[370]
Would that alone, a loue he would detaine,So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:I see the Iewell best enamaledWill loose his beautie: yet the gold bides stillThat others touch, and often touching will,
[375]
Where gold and no man that hath a name,By falshood and corruption doth it shame:Since that my beautie cannot please his eie,Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die.Luci.How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 2]
Enter Antipholis Errotis.Ant.
[380]
The gold I gaue to
Dromio is laid vp
Safe at the
Centaur, and the heedfull
slaue
Is wandred forth in care to seeke me outBy computation and mine hosts report.I could not speake with
Dromio, since at
first
[385]
I sent him from the Mart? see here he comes.Enter Dromio
Siracusia.
How now sir, is your merrie humor alter'd?As you loue stroakes, so iest with me againe:You know no
Centaur? you receiu'd no
gold?
Your Mistresse sent to haue me home to dinner?
[390]
My house was at the
Phoenix? Wast
thou mad,
That thus so madlie thou did didst answere me?S. Dro.What answer sir? when spake I such a word?E. Ant.Euen now, euen here, not halfe an howre since.S. Dro.I did not see you since you sent me hence
[395]
Home to the
Centaur with the gold you gaue
me.
Ant.Villaine, thou didst denie the golds receit,And toldst me of a Mistresse, and a dinner,For which I hope thou feltst I was displeas'd.S. Dro.I am glad to see you in this merrie vaine,
[400]
What meanes this iest, I pray you Master tell me?Ant.Yea, dost thou ieere & flowt me in the teeth?Thinkst
y
uthou I iest? hold, take thou that, &
that.
Beats Dro.S. Dr.Hold sir, for Gods sake, now your iest is
earnest,
Because that I familiarlie sometimesDoe vse you for my foole, and chat with you,Your sawcinesse will iest vpon my loue,And make a Common of my serious howres,When the sunne shines, let foolish gnats make sport,
[410]
But creepe in crannies, when he hides his beames:If you will iest with me, know my aspect,And fashion your demeanor to my lookes,Or I will beat this method in your sconce.S. Dro.
Sconce call you it? so you would leaue batte
[415]
ring, I
had rather haue it a head, and you vse these blows
long, I
must get a sconce for my head, and Insconce it
to,
or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders, but I pray
sir, why am I beaten?
Ant.
Dost thou not know?
S. Dro.
[420]
Nothing sir, but that I am beaten.
Ant.
Shall I tell you why?
S. Dro.
I sir, and wherefore; for they say, euery why
hath a
wherefore.
Ant.
Why first for flowting me, and then wherefore,
[425]
for vrging it the second time to me.
S. Dro.
Was there euer anie man thus beaten out of
season, when in
the why and the wherefore, is neither
rime nor reason.
Well sir, I thanke you.
Ant.
Thanke me sir, for what?
S. Dro.
[430]
Marry sir, for this something that you gaue me
for
nothing.
Ant.
Ile make you amends next, to giue you nothing
for
something. But say sir, is it dinner time?
S. Dro.
No sir, I thinke the meat wants that I'haue.
Ant.
[435]
In good time sir: what's that?
S. Dro.
Basting.
Ant.
Well sir, then 'twill be drie.
S. Dro.
If it be sir, I pray you eat none of it.
Ant.
Your reason?
S. Dro.
[440]
Lest it make you chollericke, and purchase me
another
drie basting.
Ant.
Well sir, learne to iest in good time, there's a
time for all things.
S. Dro.
I durst haue denied that before you were so
[445]
chollericke.
Anti.
By what rule sir?
S. Dro.
Marry sir, by a rule as plaine as the plaine bald
pate of
Father time himselfe.
Ant.
Let's heare it.
S. Dro.
[450]
There's no time for a man to recouer his haire
that
growes bald by nature.
Ant.
May he not doe it by fine and recouerie?
S. Dro.
Yes, to pay a fine for a perewig, and recouer
the
lost haire of another man.
Ant.
[455]
Why, is Time such a niggard of haire, being (as
it is) so
plentifull an excrement?
S. Dro.
Because it is a blessing that hee bestowes on
beasts, and what he hath scanted them in haire, hee
hath
Actus Secundus.
[Act 2, Scene 1]
Enter Adriana, wife to
Antipholis Sereptus, with
Luciana her Sister.
Adr.Neither my husband nor the slaue return'd,That in such haste I sent to seeke his Master?
[265]
Sure
Luciana it is two a clocke.
Luc.Perhaps some Merchant hath inuited him,And from the Mart he's somewhere gone to dinner:Good Sister let vs dine, and neuer fret;A man is Master of his libertie:
[270]
Time is their Master, and when they see time,They'll goe or come; if so, be patient Sister.Adr.Why should their libertie then ours be more?Luc.Because their businesse still lies out adore.Adr.Looke when I serue him so, he takes it thus.Luc.
[275]
Oh, know he is the bridle of your will.Adr.There's none but asses will be bridled so.Luc.Why, headstrong liberty is lasht with woe:There's nothing situate vnder heauens eye,But hath his bound in earth, in sea, in skie.
[280]
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowlesAre their males subiects, and at their controules:Man more diuine, the Master of all these,Lord of the wide world, and wilde watry seas,Indued with intellectuall sence and soules,
[285]
Of more preheminence then fish and fowles,Are masters to their females, and their Lords:Then let your will attend on their accords.Adri.This seruitude makes you to keepe vnwed.Luci.Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed.Adr.
[290]
But were you wedded, you wold bear some swayLuc.Ere I learne loue, Ile practise to obey.Adr.How if your husband start some other where?Luc.Till he come home againe, I would forbeare.Adr.Patience vnmou'd, no maruel though she pause,
[295]
They can be meeke, that haue no other cause:A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie,We bid be quiet when we heare it crie.But were we burdned with like waight of paine,As much, or more, we should our selues complaine:
[300]
So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee,With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me;But if thou liue to see like right bereft,This foole‑beg'd patience in thee will be left.Luci.Well, I will marry one day but to trie:
[305]
Heere comes your man, now is your husband nie.Enter Dromio Eph.Adr.Say, is your tardie master now at hand?E. Dro.
Nay, hee's at too hands with mee, and that my
two
eares can witnesse.
Adr.
Say, didst thou speake with him? knowst thou
[310]
his minde?
E. Dro.I, I, he told his minde vpon mine eare,Beshrew his hand, I scarce could vnderstand it.Luc.
Spake hee so doubtfully, thou couldst not feele
his
meaning.
E. Dro.
[315]
Nay, hee strooke so plainly, I could too well
feele
his blowes; and withall so doubtfully, that I could
scarce
vnderstand them.
Adri.But say, I prethee, is he comming home?It seemes he hath great care to please his wife.E. Dro.
[320]
Why Mistresse, sure my Master is horne mad.Adri.Horne mad, thou villaine?E. Dro.I meane not Cuckold mad,But sure he is starke mad:When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,
[325]
He ask'd me for a hundred markes in gold:'Tis dinner time, quoth I: my gold, quoth he:Your meat doth burne, quoth I: my gold quoth he:Will you come, quoth I: my gold, quoth he;Where is the thousand markes I gaue thee villaine?
[330]
The Pigge quoth I, is burn'd: my gold, quoth he:My mistresse, sir, quoth I: hang vp thy
Mistresse:
I know not thy mistresse, out on thy mistresse.Luci.Quoth who?E.Dr.Quoth my Master, I know quoth he, no house,
[335]
no wife, no mistresse: so that my arrant due vnto mytongue, I thanke him, I bare home vpon my shoulders:for in conclusion, he did beat me there.Adri.Go back againe, thou slaue, & fetch him home.Dro.Goe backe againe, and be new beaten home?
[340]
For Gods sake send some other messenger.Adri.Backe slaue, or I will breake thy pate a‑crosse.Dro.And he will blesse
yTthat crosse with other beating:
Betweene you, I shall haue a holy head.Adri.Hence prating pesant, fetch thy Master home.Dro.
[345]
Am I so round with you, as you with me,That like a foot‑ball you doe spurne me thus:You spurne me hence, and he will spurne me hither,If I last in this seruice, you must case me in
leather.
Luci.Fie how impatience lowreth in your face.Adri.
[350]
His company must do his minions grace,Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie
looke:
Hath homelie age th' alluring beauty tookeFrom my poore cheeke? then he hath wasted it.Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit,
[355]
If voluble and sharpe discourse be mar'd,Vnkindnesse blunts it more then marble hard.Doe their gay vestments his affections
baite?
That's not my fault, hee's master of my
state.
What ruines are in me that can be found,
[360]
By him not ruin'd? Then is he the groundOf my defeatures. My decayed faire,A sunnie looke of his, would soone repaire.But, too vnruly Deere, he breakes the pale,And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale.Luci.
[365]
Selfe‑harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence.Ad.Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:I know his eye doth homage other‑where,Or else, what lets it but he would be here?Sister, you know he promis'd me a chaine,
[370]
Would that alone, a loue he would detaine,So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:I see the Iewell best enamaledWill loose his beautie: yet the gold bides stillThat others touch, and often touching will,
[375]
Where gold and no man that hath a name,By falshood and corruption doth it shame:Since that my beautie cannot please his eie,Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die.Luci.How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?Exit.
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<l n="269">A man is Master of his libertie:</l>
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<l n="288">This seruitude makes you to keepe vnwed.</l>
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<l n="289">Not this, but troubles of the marriage bed.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-luc">
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<l n="291">Ere I learne loue, Ile practise to obey.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Adr.</speaker>
<l n="292">How if your husband start some other where?</l>
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<l n="293">Till he come home againe, I would forbeare.</l>
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<l n="294">Patience vnmou'd, no maruel though she pause,</l>
<l n="295">They can be meeke, that haue no other cause:</l>
<l n="296">A wretched soule bruis'd with aduersitie,</l>
<l n="297">We bid be quiet when we heare it crie.</l>
<l n="298">But were we burdned with like waight of paine,</l>
<l n="299">As much, or more, we should our selues complaine:</l>
<l n="300">So thou that hast no vnkinde mate to greeue thee,</l>
<l n="301">With vrging helpelesse patience would releeue me;</l>
<l n="302">But if thou liue to see like right bereft,</l>
<l n="303">This foole‑beg'd patience in thee will be left.</l>
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<l n="304">Well, I will marry one day but to trie:</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Adr.</speaker>
<l n="306">Say, is your tardie master now at hand?</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-edr">
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<l n="311">I, I, he told his minde vpon mine eare,</l>
<l n="312">Beshrew his hand, I scarce could vnderstand it.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-luc">
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<p n="313">Spake hee so doubtfully, thou couldst not feele
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<sp who="#F-err-edr">
<speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
<p n="315">Nay, hee strooke so plainly, I could too well
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<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="318">But say, I prethee, is he comming home?</l>
<l n="319">It seemes he hath great care to please his wife.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-edr">
<speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
<l n="320">Why Mistresse, sure my Master is horne mad.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="321">Horne mad, thou villaine?</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-edr">
<speaker rend="italic">E. Dro.</speaker>
<l n="322">I meane not Cuckold mad,</l>
<l n="323">But sure he is starke mad:</l>
<l n="324">When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,</l>
<l n="325">He ask'd me for a hundred markes in gold:</l>
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<l n="327">Your meat doth burne, quoth I: my gold quoth he:</l>
<l n="328">Will you come, quoth I: my gold, quoth he;</l>
<l n="329">Where is the thousand markes I gaue thee villaine?</l>
<l n="330">The Pigge quoth I, is burn'd: my gold, quoth he:</l>
<l n="331">My mistresse, sir, quoth I: hang vp thy Mistresse:</l>
<l n="332">I know not thy mistresse, out on thy mistresse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-lci">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<l n="333">Quoth who?</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-edr">
<speaker rend="italic">E.Dr.</speaker>
<l n="334">Quoth my Master, I know quoth he, no house,</l>
<l n="335">no wife, no mistresse: so that my arrant due vnto my</l>
<l n="336">tongue, I thanke him, I bare home vpon my shoulders:</l>
<l n="337">for in conclusion, he did beat me there.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="338">Go back againe, thou slaue, & fetch him home.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-sdr">
<speaker rend="italic">Dro.</speaker>
<l n="339">Goe backe againe, and be new beaten home?</l>
<l n="340">For Gods sake send some other messenger.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="341">Backe slaue, or I will breake thy pate a‑crosse.</l>
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<sp who="#F-err-sdr">
<speaker rend="italic">Dro.</speaker>
<l n="342">And he will blesse<choice>
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<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="344">Hence prating pesant, fetch thy Master home.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-sdr">
<speaker rend="italic">Dro.</speaker>
<l n="345">Am I so round with you, as you with me,</l>
<l n="346">That like a foot‑ball you doe spurne me thus:</l>
<l n="347">You spurne me hence, and he will spurne me hither,</l>
<l n="348">If I last in this seruice, you must case me in leather.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-lci">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<l n="349">Fie how impatience lowreth in your face.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Adri.</speaker>
<l n="350">His company must do his minions grace,</l>
<l n="351">Whil'st I at home starue for a merrie looke:</l>
<l n="352">Hath homelie age th' alluring beauty tooke</l>
<l n="353">From my poore cheeke? then he hath wasted it.</l>
<l n="354">Are my discourses dull? Barren my wit,</l>
<l n="355">If voluble and sharpe discourse be mar'd,</l>
<l n="356">Vnkindnesse blunts it more then marble hard.</l>
<l n="357">Doe their gay vestments his affections baite?</l>
<l n="358">That's not my fault, hee's master of my state.</l>
<l n="359">What ruines are in me that can be found,</l>
<l n="360">By him not ruin'd? Then is he the ground</l>
<l n="361">Of my defeatures. My decayed faire,</l>
<l n="362">A sunnie looke of his, would soone repaire.</l>
<l n="363">But, too vnruly Deere, he breakes the pale,</l>
<l n="364">And feedes from home; poore I am but his stale.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-lci">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<l n="365">Selfe‑harming Iealousie; fie beat it hence.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-adr">
<speaker rend="italic">Ad.</speaker>
<l n="366">Vnfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispence:</l>
<l n="367">I know his eye doth homage other‑where,</l>
<l n="368">Or else, what lets it but he would be here?</l>
<l n="369">Sister, you know he promis'd me a chaine,</l>
<l n="370">Would that alone, a loue he would detaine,</l>
<l n="371">So he would keepe faire quarter with his bed:</l>
<l n="372">I see the Iewell best enamaled</l>
<l n="373">Will loose his beautie: yet the gold bides still</l>
<l n="374">That others touch, and often touching will,</l>
<l n="375">Where gold and no man that hath a name,</l>
<l n="376">By falshood and corruption doth it shame:</l>
<l n="377">Since that my beautie cannot please his eie,</l>
<l n="378">Ile weepe (what's left away) and weeping die.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-err-lci">
<speaker rend="italic">Luci.</speaker>
<l n="379">How manie fond fooles serue mad Ielousie?</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</div>
