were thin. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments 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 the knave's pate. 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: Goborrow me a crow. Dro.E. A crow without a feather; master, mean you so? For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather: If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together. Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow. Bal. Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so; Herein you war against your reputation, Once this, Your long experience of her wisdom, [3] To make the door, is the expression used to this day in some counties of England, instead of, to bar the door. STEEVENS. That may with foul intrusion enter in, Ant. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet, And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry. I know a wench of excellent discourse,- SCENE 11. The same. Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Luc. And may it be that you have quite forgot Then, for her wealth's sake, use her with more kindness: Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth ; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness: Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; 3 Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed; Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife : 'Tis holy sport, to be a little vain, 4 When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife. Less, in your knowledge, and your grace, you show not Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Your weeping sister is no wife of mine, Far more, far more, to you do I decline. O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears ; Sing, syren, for thyself, and I will dote : Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie; And, in that glorious supposition, think He gains by death, that hath such means to die : Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink ! Luc. What are you mad, that you do reason so? Ant.S. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know. Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eye. Ant.S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by. Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight. Ant.S. As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night. Luc. Why call you me love? call my sister so. Ant.S. Thy sister's sister. [4] Vain, light of tongue, not veracious. JOHNSON. Luc. That's my sister. Ant.S. No; It is thyself, mine own self's better part; Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart; [Exit Luc. Luc. O, soft, sir, hold you still ; I'll fetch my sister, to get her good-will. Enter, from the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Syracuse. Ant.S. Why, how now, Dromio? where runn'st thou so fast? Dro.S. Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself? Ant.S. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself. Dro.S. I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and besides myself. Ant.S. What woman's man? and how besides thyself? Dro.S. Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me. Ant.S. What claim lays she to thee? Dro.S. Marry, sir, such a claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me. Ant.S. What is she? Dro.S. A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say, sir reverence: I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage. Ant.S. How dost thou mean, a fat marriage? Dro.S. Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and 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. [5] When he calls the girl his only heaven on the earth, he utters the com. mon cant of lovers. When he calls her his heaven's claim, I cannot under. st and him. Perhaps he means that which he asks of heaven. JOHNSON. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world. Ant.S. What complexion is she of ? Dro.S. Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept; For why? she sweats, a man may go over shoes in the grime of it. Ant.S. That's a fault that water will mend. Dro.S. No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it. Ant.S. What's her name? Dro.S. Nell, sir ;-but her name and three quarters, that is, an ell, and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. Ant.S. Then she bears some breadth? Dro.S. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe ; I could find out countries in her. Ant.S. In what part of her body stands Ireland ? Dro.S. Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs. Ant.S. Where Scotland? Dro.S. I found it out by the barrenness; hard, in the palm of the hand. Ant.S. Where France ? Dro.S. In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her hair. Ant.S. Where England? Dro.S. I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Ant.S. Where Spain? Dro.S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it, hot in her breath. Ant.S. Where America, the Indies? Dro.S. O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadas of carracks to be ballast at her nose. Ant.S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? Dro.S. O, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore, I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of 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 |