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Her brother's ghost his paved bed would break, For better times to come :

-Friar, advise him And take her hence in horror.

I leave him to your hand.-What muffled fellow's Mari. Isabel,

that? Sweet Isabel, do yet but kneel by me;

Prov. This is another prisoner, that I favid, Hold up your hands, say nothing, I'll speak all. Who should have dy'd when Claudio lost his head i They say best men are moulded out of faults ; As like almost to Claudio, as himself. And, for the most, become much more the better Duke. If he be like your brother, for his fake For being a little bad; so may my husband.

[T. Ijab, Oh, Isabel ! will you not lend a knee ?

Is he pardon'd; And, for your lovely fake, Drake. He dies for Claudio's death.

Give me your hand, and say you will be mine, Ijab. Most bounteous fir,

[K'neeling. He is my brother too : But fitter time for that. Look, if it please you, on this man condemn'd By this, lord Angelo perceives he's fafe; As if my brother liv'd: I partly think,

Methinks I see a quick'ning in his eye.A due sincerity governd his deeds,

Well, Angelo, your evil quits 2 you well : 'Till he did look on me ; since it is so,

Look, that you love your wife; her worth, worth Let him not die: my brother had but justice,

yours. In that he did the thing for which he dy'd : I find an apt remiffion in myself ; For Angelo,

And yet here's one in place I cannot pardon ; His act did not o'ertake his bad intent;

You, firrah, that knew me for a fool, a coward, And must be bury'd but as an intent,

[To Lucian That perifh'd by the way: thoughts are no subjects; One all of luxury, an ass, a madman ; Intents, but merely thoughts.

Wherein have I deserved fo of you, Mari. Merely, my lord.

That you extol me thus? Duke. Your suit's unprofitable; stand up, I say. Lucio. 'Faith, my lord, I spoke it but according I have bethought me of another fault :

to the trick 3 : if you will hang me for it, you Provost, how came it, Claudio was beheaded may, but I had rather it would please you, I At an unusual hour?

might be whipp'd. Prov. It was commanded so.

Duke. Whipp'd first, sir, and hang'd after.Duke. Had you a special warrant for the deed ? Proclaim it, provost, round about the city ; Prov. No, my good lord; it was by private mes- If any woman's wrong'd by this lewd fellow, sage.

(As I have heard him fwear himself, there's one Duke. For which I do discharge you of your office : Whom he begot with child) let her appear, Give up your keys.

And he shall marry her : the nuptial finith’d, Prov. Pardon me, noble lord :

Let him be whipp'd and hangi. I thought it was a fault, but knew it not;

Lucio. I beseech your bighness, do not marry Yet did repent me after more advicel :

me to a whore! Your highness said, even now, ! For testimony whereof, one in the prison, made you a duke; good my lord, do not recomThat should by private order else have dy'd, pense me, in making me a cuckold. I have reserv'd alive.

Duke. Upon mine honour, thou shalt marry her. Duke. What's he?

Thy Nanders I forgive ; and therewithal Prov. His name is Barnardine.

Remit thy other forfeits 4:- Take him to prison : Duke. I would, thou had'st done so by Claudio.-And see our pleasure herein executed. G), fetch him hither; let me look upon him. Lucio. Marrying a punk, my lord, is pressing

[Exit Provost. to death, whipping, and hanging. Escal. I am sorry, one so learned and so wise Duke. Sland'ring a prince deserves it. As you, lord Angelo, have still appear'd, She, Claudio, that you wrong'd, look you restore. Should nip so grosly, both in the heat of blood, Joy to you, Mariana ! love her, Angelo ; And lack of temper'd judgment afterward. I have confess'd her, and I know her virtue.

Ang. I am sorry that such sorrow I procure : Thanks, good friend Escalus, for thy much goodness; And so deep sticks it in my penitent heart, There's more behind, that is more gratulate S.That I crave death more willingly than mercy : Thanks, provost, for thy care and secrecy ; 'Tis my deserving, and I do intreat it.

We shall employ thee in a worthier place :Re-enter Provos, Barnardine, Claudio, and Julietta. Forgive him, Angelo, that brought you home Duke. Which is that Barnardine?

The head of Ragozine for Claudio's : Prov. This, my lord.

The offence pardons itself.--Dear Isabel, Duke. There was a friar told me of this man :- I have a motion much imports your good; Sirrah, thou art said to have a stubborn foul, Whereto if you'll a willing ear incline, That apprehends no further than this world, What's mine is yours, and what is yours is mine And iquar'it thy life accordingly:Thou’rt condemn d; So bring us to our palace; where we'll shew But, for those earthly faults, I quit them all ; What's yet behind, that's meet you all should I pray thee, take this mercy to provide


[Excurity 1 That is, consideration. 2 That is, requites. 3 That is, according to my custom. 4 Meaning, casoal offences. 5 That is, more to be rejoiced in.


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SOLINUS, Duke of Epbefus.

ANGELO, a Goldsmith. #crox, a Merchant of Syracuse.

A Merchani, Friend to Antipholis of Syracuje.

Tuin Brothers and Dr. Pinch, a Schoolmaster and a Conjurer. ANTIPHOLiS of Ephesus, Sons to Ægeon and ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuje, Æmilia, but una Æmilia, Wife to Ægeon, an Abbess at Ephefst,

krown to each other. Adriana, Wife to cntipbolis of Ephesus, } ou

LUCIANA, Sijter 10 Adriana.
Dromio of Syracufi,} the two Antipbolis's. LUCE, Servant to Adriana,
BALTHAZAK, a Mercbani.

A Courtezan.
Jailor, Officers, and other Attendants.

SCE N E, Ephesus.

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My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
Tbc Duki's Palace.

Duke. Well, Syracufan, say, in brief, the cause Enter the Duke of Epifas, Ægeon, Jailor, and And for what cause thou can't to Ephesus.

Why thou dejar textit from thy native home ; otber Altendants,

Ægin. A heavier task could not have been ima ROC E ED, Solinus, to procure my Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable : [pos'd, fall,

Yet, thai the world may witness, that my end And, by the doom of death, end woes and all. Was wrought by nature, noi by vile offence,

Duke. Merchant of Siracufi, pleal no more ; I'll utter what my forrow gives me leave. I am not partial, to infringe our laws:

In Syracusa was I boro; and wed The enmity and discord, which of late

Unco a wonati, happy but for me, Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke And by me too, had not our hap been bad. To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,-- With her I lig'd in joy; our wealth increas'd, Who, wanting gilders to redeem their lives,

By prosperous voyages I often made Haveseal'd his rigorous itatutes with their bloodi,- To Epilaranurn, will my factor's death; Excludes all pity from our threat'ning look. And he, great care of goods at random left, For, since the mortal and intestine jars

Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse; 'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,

From whom my absence was not six months old, It hath in folemn fynods been decreed,

Before herself (almost at fainting, under Both by the Syracufans and ourselves,

The pleasing punishinent that women bear) To admit no traffick to our adverse towns : Had made provision for her following me, Nay, more ; If any, born at Ephesus,

And soon, and safe, arrived where I was. Be seen at Syracusan marts and fairs,

There she had not been long, but ne became Again, if any, Syracusan born,

A joyíul mother of two goodly fons ; Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

And, which was strange, the one so like the other, His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose, As could not be diftinguith'd but by names. Unless a thousand marks be levied,

That very hour, and in the self-fame inn,
To quit the penalty, and to ransom him.

A poor mean woman was delivered
Thy tubstance, valu'd at the highest rate, Of such a burden, male twins, both alike:
Cannot amount unto a hundred marks ;

Those (for their parents were exceeding poor) Therefore, by law thou art condemn'd to die..

I bought, and brought up to attend my fons. Ageon. Yet this my comfort; when your words My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys, are done,

Made daily motions for our home return;


Unwilling I agreed; alas, too soon.

Do me the favour to dilate at full We came aboard:

What hath befallin of them, and thee, till now. A league from Epidamnum had we rail'd,

Ægeon. My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, Before the always-wind-obeying deep

At eighteen years became inquisitive
Gave any tragic instance of our harm:

After his brother; and importun'd me,
But longer did we not retain much hope; That his attendant (for his case was like,
For wliat obscured light the heavens did grant, Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,)
Did but convey unto our fearful minds

Might bear him company in the quest of him; A doubtful warrant of immediate death;

Whom whilft I labour'd of a love to see, Which though myself would gladly have embrac'd, I hazarled the loss of whom I lov’d. Yet the incellant weeping of my wife,

Five summers have I spent in farthest Greece, Weeping before, for what the saw must come, Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia, And piteous plainings of the pretty babes, And, coafting homeward, came to Ephesus; That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear, Hopeless to find, yet loth to leave unfought, Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me. Or that, or any place that harbours men. And this it was,--for other means were none.- But here must end the story of my life; The failors fought for safety by our boat, And happy were I in my timely death, And left the thip, then finking-ripe, to us : Could all my travels warrant me they live.[mark'd My wife, more careful for the latter-born, Duke.. Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have Had fasten’d him unto a small spare maft,

To bear the extremity of dire mishap! Such as sea-faring men provide for storms; Now, trust me, were it not against our laws, To him one of the other twins was bound, Against my crown, my oath, my dignity, Whilft I had been like heedful of the other, Which princes, would they, may not disannul, The children thus dispos’d, my wife and I, My soul should fue as advocate for thee, Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, But, though thou art adjudged to the death, Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast; And passed sentence may not be recall’d, And floating straight, obedient to the stream, But to our honour's great disparagement, Were carry'd towards Corinth, as we thought. Yet will I favour thee in what I can: At length the sun, gazing upon the earth, Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day, Dispers'd those vapours that offended us;

To seek thy help by beneficial help: And, by the benefit of his wih'd light,

Try all the friends chou hast in Ephesus; The feas wax'd calm, and we discovered

Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the fum, Two ships from far making amain to us, And live; if not, then thou art doom'd to die:Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this:

Jailor, take him to thy custody. [Ex. Duke and train, But, ere they came,-Oh, let me say no more! Jail. I will, my lord.

{wend?, Gather the sequel by that went before.

Egeon. Hopeless, and helpless, doth Ægeon Duke. Nay, forward, old nan, do not break off so; But to procrastinate his liveless end. For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

[Exeunt Xgeon and Jailor, Ægcon. Oh, had the gods done fo, I had not now

II. Worthily term’d them merciless to us!

SCENE For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues,

Changes to the firect. We were encountred by a mighty rock;

Enter Antipkolis of Syracuse, & Merchant, and Which being violently borne upon,

Dromio. Our helpíul thip was splitted in the midst,

Mer. Therefore give out, j'ou are of Epidamnum, So that, in this unjust divorce of us,

Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate. Fortune had left to both of us alike

This very day, a Syracusan merchant
What to delight in, what to forrow for.

Is apprehended for arrival here;
Her part, poor soul ! seeming as burdened And, not being able to buy out his life,
With letter weight, but not with letter woe, According to the statute of the town,
Was carry'd with more speed before the wind; Dies ere the weary sun set in the welt.
And in our fight they three were taken up There is your money, that I had to keep.
By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.

Ant. Go bear it to the Centaur, where we hoft, At length, another ship had seiz'd on us;

And itay there, Dromio, till I come to thee. And, knowing whom it was their hap to save, Within this hour it will be dinner-time; Gave helpful welcome to their thipwreck'd guests ; 'Till that, I'll view the manners of the town, And would have reft the fither of their prey, Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, Had not their bark been very fow of fail, [course. And then return, and 1leep within mine inn; And therefore homeward did they bend their For with long travel I am stiff and weary. Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss;

Get thee away That by misfortunes was my life prolong’d,

Dro. Many a man would take you at your word, To tell fad stories of my own mithaps.

And go indeed, having so good a ineans. Duke. And, for the sakes of them thou forrowest for,

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Art. A trunty villain, fir; that very oft, Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your When I am dull with care and melancholy, And itrike you home without a meilenger. (clock, Lightens my humour with his merry jelts.

dni. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out What, will you walk with me about the town,

of 1eafon ; And then go to my inn, and dine with me? Reserve them till a merrier hour than this :

Mer. I am invited, fir, to certain merchants, Where is the gok? I gave in charge to thee? Of whom I hope to make much benefit,

E. Dro. To me, fır ? why you gave no gold to me. I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,

Int. Come on, sir knave, have done your Please you, I'll meet with you upon the miut,

fuolithness, And afterwards confort you till bed-time; And tell me, how thou hast dispos'd thy charge. My present business calls me from you now.

E. Dro. My charge was but to feich you from Art. Farewell till then; I will go lote myself,

the most And wander up and down to view the city. Home to your house, the Phænix, sir, to dinner ; Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. My mistress, and her sister, 1tay for you.

[Exi: Merchart. ini. Now, as I am a christian, answer me, Ant. He that commends me to mine own content, In what tafe place you have dispos’d my money ; Commends me to the thing I cannot get. Or I full break that merry sconce' of yours, I to the world am like a drop of water,

That itands on tricks when I am undispos'd: That in the ocean feeks anoiher drop;

Where are the thousand marks thou had'it of me? Whe), falling there, to find his fellow forth,

E. Dro. I have some marks of yours upon my Unteen, inquisitive, confounds himleif's

pate, So I, to find a mother, and a brother,

Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders, In qucít of them, unhappy, lose myself,

But not a thousand marks between you both.
Enter Dronzio of Ephesus.

if I thould pay your wonhip those again,
Here comes the almanack of my true date. Perchance, you will not bear them patiently,
What now? How chance,thou art return'd fo toon? Ant. Thy miftress' marks! what mistress, Nave,
E. Dra. Return'd 10 foon! rather approach d tog

halt thous

[Phænix; The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit; (late; E. Dro. Your worship’s wife, my mistrets at the The clock has its ucken twelve upon the bell, She thar doth fast, till you come home to dinner, My mittreis made it one upon iny cheek: And prays, that you will hie you home to dinner. Sie is to hot, because the meat is cold;

tini. What, wilt thou fout me thus unto my Tize meat is cold, because you come not home;

face, You come not bome, because you have no stomach; Being forbid ? There, take you that, fir knave. You have no ftomach, having broke your falt; E. Dio. What mean you, sir ? for God's saken Bizt we, that know what 'tis to fait and pray,

hold your hands ; Are penitent for your desault to-day.

an you will not, 1.6, I'll take my heels. Ant. Stop in your wind, fir: tell me this, I pray;

[Exit Dromiso Where have you left the money that I gave you? An:. Upon my life, by some device or other,

E. Dro. Oh,-—-fix-pence, that i had o' Wednesday The villain is v'er-raught 2 of all my money.
To pay the sadler for my mistress'crupper ;--- [lait, They say, this town is full of cozenage ;
The tadler had it, fir, I kept it not.

As, nimble jugglers, that deceive the eye ;
Ant. I am not in a sportive humour now; Dark-working forcerers, that change the mind;
Tell me, and dally not, where's the money? Soul-killing witches, that deform the body;
We being itrangers here, how dar'st thou trust Diguifed cheaters, prating mountebanks,
So great a charge from thine own custody? And many such like liberties of lin:

E. Dro. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner: If it prove so, I will be gone the looner.
I from my mistress come to you in polt; I'll to the Centaur, to go seek thuis Nave;
If I return, I shall be post indeed,

I greatly fear, my money is not safe. for the will score your fault upon my pate.



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Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
Tic Ilouse of Antipbolis of Eplefus.

Luc. Perhaps, fome merchant hath invited him,

And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Good lifter, let us dine, and never fret : AT. NEITHER my husband, nor the Dave

Time is their malter ; and, when they see time, That in such hastc I sent to seek his master! They'll go or come : If so, be patient, filter.

That is, head.

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Adr. Why should their liberty than ours be more? , 'Tis dinner-lime, quoth I: My gold, quoth he:
Luc. Because their bufiness still lies out o' door. Pour meat doth burn, quoth I; My gold, quoth he :
dr. Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill. 1ill you come ? quoth I; My gold, quoth he:
Luc. Oli, know he is the bridle of your will. H'here is the thoufund marks I give thee, villuin?
Ad. There's none, but alles, will be bridled fo. The pig, quoth 1, is burn'd; My gold, quoth he:

Luc. Why head-trong liberty is lath'd with woe. My mijt-ess, fir, quoth I; Hang up sby mijirefi;
There's nothing, situate under beaven's eye, 1 know not iby mistress; out on thy mijlrefs!
But hith his bound, in earth, in sea, in 1ky: Luc. Quoth who?
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls, E. Dro. Quoth my master :
Are their males' subject, and at their controuls : I know, quoth he, no bouje, no wife, no mifirefs ;-
Men, more divine, the masters of all these, So that my errand due unto my tongue,
Lords of the wide world, and wild watry feas, I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders ;
Indu'd with intellectual sense and souls,

For, in conclusion, he did beat me there. [home. Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls,

Adr. Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him Are master: t their females, and their lords : E. Dro. Go back again, and be new beaten home! Then let your will attend on their accords. For God's sake, send some other messenger.

Adr. This servitude makes you to keep unwed. Adr. Back, Nave, or I will break thy pate across. Luc. Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed. E. Dro. And he will bless that cross with other Adr. But, were you wedded, you would bear

beating : fome sway.

Between you I shall have a holy heid. (home. Luc. Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey. Adr. Hence, prating peasant; fetch thy matter Adr. How if your husband start some other E. Dro. Am I fo rounds with you, as you with me, where"?

That like a foot-ball you do spurn me thus? Luc. Till he come home, again, I would forbear. You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither : sidr. Patience, urmovd, no marvel though the If I last in this service, you must cafe me in leather.

paule ; They can be mcek, that have no other cause. Læc. Fye, how impatience lowreth in your face! A wretched soul, bruis'd with adverhty,

dr. His company muít do his minions grace, We bid be quiet, when we hear it cry ;

Whilft I at home starve for a merry look. But were we burden'd with like weight of pain, Hath homely age the alluring beauty took As much, or more, we shoull ourselves complain : From my poor cheek? then, he hath wasted it; So thu, that hatt no unkind mate to grieve thee, Are my discourses dull? barren my wit ? Wit, urging helpless patience would'It relieve me: If voluble and sharp discourse be marr’d, But, if ihou live to see like right bercít,

Unkindness blunts it, more than marble hard. This fool-besa'd patience in thee will be left. Do their gay vestments his affections bait?

Lui. Well, I will marry one day, but to try ; That's not my fault, he's master of my itate : Here comes your my, now is your husband nigh. What ruins are in me, that can be found Enter Dromio of Fphefus.

By him not ruin'd ? then is he the ground Adr. Say, is your tardy master now at hand ? Of my de!eatures 4: My decayed fair

E. Dro. Nay, he is at iwo hands with me, and | A funny look of his would soon repair : that my two cars can witness.

But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, Adr. Say, allt thou speak with him? know'lt And feeds from home; poor I am but his tales. thou his mind?

Luc. Self-harming jealousy !--fye, beat it hence, E. Dro. Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine Adr. Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs ditear: Bethrew his hand, I scarce could understand it. I know his eye doth homage other-where ; (penie

Luc. Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldīt not Or elle, what lets it but he would be here? feel his meaning ?

Sister, you know, he promis'd me a chain ;E. Dro. Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too Would that alone, alone he would detain, well feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that So he would keep fair quarter with his bed! I could scaice underitand them ?.

I see, the jewel, best enamelled, Adr. But say, I prythee, is he coming home? Will lose his beauty; and the gold 'bides still, It seems, he hath great care to please his wife. That others touch ; yet often touching will E. Dro. Why, mistress, sure my master is horn- Wear gold : and so no man,

that hath a name, Adr. Horn-mad, thou villain ? (mad. But falfhood and corruption doth it shame 6. E. Dro. I mean not cuckold-mad; but, sure, Since that my beauty cannot please his eye, he's stark mad :

I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. When I desir'd him to come home to dinner, Luc. How many fond fools ferve mad jealousy! He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold :

[Exeuns, I Meaning, some other place. 2 Meaning, fand under them. 3 That is, plain, free in speech, 4 Meaning, my change, or alteration of trauris. $ That is, his pretence, his cover. See a preceding pole in the Tempest. The fonte is, - Gold, indeed, will long bar the handling; however, often touching will wear even gold; just so the greatest character, though as pure as gold itfell, may, in time, bo injured by the repeated attacks of faldhood and corruption.


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