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The Comedy of Errors

ACT III SCENE II Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus. 
[Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse]
LUCIANAAnd may it be that you have quite forgot
A husband's office? shall, Antipholus.
Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous?
If you did wed my sister for her wealth,5
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;10
Look sweet, be fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?15
What simple thief brags of his own attaint?
'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed
And let her read it in thy looks at board:
Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.20
Alas, poor women! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit, that you love us;
Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;
We in your motion turn and you may move us.
Then, gentle brother, get you in again;25
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife:
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSESweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--30
Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not
Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.
Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;
Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit,
Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,35
The folded meaning of your words' deceit.
Against my soul's pure truth why labour you
To make it wander in an unknown field?
Are you a god? would you create me new?
Transform me then, and to your power I'll yield.40
But if that I am I, then well I know
Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,
Nor to her bed no homage do I owe
Far more, far more to you do I decline.
O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,45
To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears:
Sing, siren, for thyself and I will dote:
Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I'll take them and there lie,
And in that glorious supposition think50
He gains by death that hath such means to die:
Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
LUCIANAWhat, are you mad, that you do reason so?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSENot mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
LUCIANAIt is a fault that springeth from your eye.55
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEFor gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
LUCIANAGaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEAs good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
LUCIANAWhy call you me love? call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEThy sister's sister.60
LUCIANAThat's my sister.
It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,65
My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.
LUCIANAAll this my sister is, or else should be.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSECall thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.70
Give me thy hand.
LUCIANAO, soft, air! hold you still:
I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.
[Enter DROMIO of Syracuse]
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhy, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEDo you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?75
am I myself?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEThou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEI am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEMarry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.80
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhat claim lays she to thee?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEMarry sir, such 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.85
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEA 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.90
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEHow dost thou mean a fat marriage?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEMarry, 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. I
warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a95
Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhat complexion is she of?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSESwart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over100
shoes in the grime of it.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEThat's a fault that water will mend.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSENo, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSENell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's105
an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
hip to hip.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEThen she bears some breadth?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSENo longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out110
countries in her.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEIn what part of her body stands Ireland?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEMarry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEI found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.115
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEIn her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
against her heir.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEI looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no120
whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEFaith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhere America, the Indies?125
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEOh, 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
armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhere stood Belgia, the Netherlands?130
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEOh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this
drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd 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 my135
left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch:
And, I think, if my breast had not been made of
faith and my heart of steel,
She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made
me turn i' the wheel.140
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEGo hie thee presently, post to the road:
An if the wind blow any way from shore,
I will not harbour in this town to-night:
If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
Where I will walk till thou return to me.145
If every one knows us and we know none,
'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSEAs from a bear a man would run for life,
So fly I from her that would be my wife.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEThere's none but witches do inhabit here;150
And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
She that doth call me husband, even my soul
Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
Of such enchanting presence and discourse,155
Hath almost made me traitor to myself:
But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
[Enter ANGELO with the chain]
ANGELOMaster Antipholus,--
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEAy, that's my name.160
ANGELOI know it well, sir, lo, here is the chain.
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine:
The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhat is your will that I shall do with this?
ANGELOWhat please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.165
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEMade it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
ANGELONot once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.
Go home with it and please your wife withal;
And soon at supper-time I'll visit you
And then receive my money for the chain.170
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEI pray you, sir, receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
ANGELOYou are a merry man, sir: fare you well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSEWhat I should think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is so vain175
That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay
If any ship put out, then straight away.180

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