After his brother, and importun'd me Since which unhappy time, no news arriving Duke. Hapless Egeon! whom the fates have mark'd To bear th' extremity of dire mishap, [Exit, guarded. SCENE II. A Street. Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE, DROMIO OF 1 Mer. Therefore, give out you are of Epidam num, Lest that your goods be forfeit to the state. And, not being able to buy out his life, Ant. of Syr. Go, bear it to the Centaur, where we host, And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee. Dro. of Syr. Many a man would take you at your word, And go away, indeed, having so great A treasure in his charge. Of what strength do That you dare put it to such temptation? Ant. of Syr. Of proof against a greater charge than this: Were it remiss, thy love would strengthen it: I think thou wouldst not wrong me if thou couldst. Dro. of Syr. I hope I should not, sir; but there is such A thing as trusting too far.-Odds heart! 'tis A steelyard against my honesty, I doubt Ant. of Syr. That very doubt is my security.-. No further argument, but speed away. Dro. of Syr. Ay, but master, you know the old saying Ant. of Syr. Then thou hast no occasion to tell it me. Begone, I say.— [Exit DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. A trusty villain, sir, that very oft, 1 Mer. I am invited, sir, to certain merchants, go lose my self, And wander up and down to view the city. 1 Mer. Sir, I commend you to your own content. [Exit. Ant. of Syr. He, that commends me to my own content, Commends me to the thing I cannot get. So I, to find a mother, and a brother, Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS. How now! How chance thou art return'd so soon? Dro. of Eph. Return'd so soon! Rather approach'd too late The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit, She is so hot, because the meat is cold, The meat is cold, because you come not home, But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, Ant. of Syr. Stop in your wind, sir;-tell me this, Where have you left the money, that I gave you? Dro. of Eph. Money!-Oh, the money that I had on Wednesday last, to pay for mending my Mistress's saddle.-The sadler had it, sir; Ant. of Syr. I am not in a sportive humour now; Dro. of Eph. I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner I, from my mistress, come to you in haste. Methinks your stomach, like mine, should be your clock, And send you home without a messenger. Ant. of Syr. Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season; Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.- Ant. of Syr. Come, come, have done ness, your foolish And tell me how thou hast dispos'd my charge. the mart, from Ant. of Syr. Now, as I am a christian, answer me, In what safe place you have bestow'd my money; Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours, That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd. Where are the thousand marks thou had'st of me? Dro. of Eph. I have some marks of yours upon my pate, Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders; Ant. of Syr. Thy mistress' marks!-What mistress, slave, hast thou? Dro. of Eph. Your worship's wife, my mistress, at the Phoenix, She, that doth fast till you come home to dinner. you Ant. of Syr. What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face, Being forbid ?-There, take you that, sir knave! Dro. of Eph. What mean you, sir ?—for Heaven's sake, hold your hands Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [Exit. Ant. of Syr. Upon my life, by some device or other, The villain has been trick'd of all my money. |