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And take unmingled thence that drop again,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.
I know thou canst; and therefore, see, thou do it.
I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;
My blood is mingled with the crime of lust:
For, if we two be one, and thou play false,
I do digest the poison of thy flesh,
Being strumpeted by thy contagion.
Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed;
I live dis-stain'd, thou undishonoured.
Ant. S. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
As strange unto your town, as to your talk;
Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is chang'd
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
Dro. S. By me?
Adr. By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows
Ant. S. Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
What is the course and drift of your compact? Dro. S. I, sir? I never saw her till this time. Ant. S. Villain, thou liest; for even her very words Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
Dro. S. I never spake with her in all my life. Ant. S. How can she thus then call us by our
Unless it be by inspiration?
Adr. How ill agrees it with your gravity, To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave, Abetting him to thwart me in my mood? Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt, But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine: Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine; Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state, Makes me with thy strength to communicate: If aught possess thee from me, it is dross, Usurping ivy, briar, or idle moss; Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
Ant. S. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
What, was I married to her in my dream?
Until I know this sure uncertainty,
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
Dro. S. O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner. This is the fairy land;-O, spite of spites!— We talk with goblins, owls, and elvish sprites; If we obey them not, this will ensue, They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. Luc. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot! Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I? Ant. S. I think, thou art, in mind, and so am I. Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind, and in my shape.
Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form.
Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.
'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, But I should know her as well as she knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool, To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man, and master, laugh my woes to scorn.—
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks:
Come, sister:-Dromio, play the porter well.
Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
Luc. Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late. [Exeunt.
ACT III. SCENE I.
Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo, and Balthazar.
Ant. E. Good signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
My wife is shrewish, when I keep not hours:
And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
That you beat me at the beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think. Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass.
Dro. E. Marry, so it doth appear By the wrongs I suffer, and the blows I bear. I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an