743For a fish without a finne, ther's a fowle without a fether,

744If a crow help vs in sirra, wee'll plucke a crow together.

745Ant. Go, get thee gon, fetch me an iron Crow.

746Balth. Haue patience sir, oh let it not be so,

747Heerein you warre against your reputation,

748And draw within the compasse of suspect

749Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife.

750Once this your long experience of your wisedome,

751Her sober vertue, yeares, and modestie,

752Plead on your part some cause to you vnknowne;

753And doubt not sir, but she will well excuse

754Why at this time the dores are made against you.

755Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,

756And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner,

757And about euening come your selfe alone,

758To know the reason of this strange restraint:

759If by strong hand you offer to breake in

760Now in the stirring passage of the day,

761A vulgar comment will be made of it;

762And that supposed by the common rowt

763Against your yet vngalled estimation,

764That may with foule intrusion enter in,

765And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead;

766For slander liues vpon succession:

767For euer hows'd, where it gets possession.

768Anti. You haue preuail'd, I will depart in quiet,

769And in despight of mirth meane to be merrie:

770I know a wench of excellent discourse,

771Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle;

772There will we dine: this woman that I meane

773My wife (but I protest without desert)

774Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall:

775To her will we to dinner, get you home

776And fetch the chaine, by this I know 'tis made,

777Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine,

778For there's the house: That chaine will I bestow

779(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)

780Vpon mine hostesse there, good sir make haste:

781Since mine owne doores refuse to entertaine me,

782Ile knocke else-where, to see if they'll disdaine me.

783Ang. Ile meet you at that place some houre hence.

784Anti. Do so, this iest shall cost me some expence.

787Iulia. And may it be that you haue quite forgot

788A husbands office? shall Antipholus

789Euen in the spring of Loue, thy Loue-springs rot?

790Shall loue in buildings grow so ruinate?

791If you did wed my sister for her wealth,

792Then for her wealths-sake vse her with more kindnesse:

793Or if you like else-where doe it by stealth,

794Muffle your false loue with some shew of blindnesse:

795Let not my sister read it in your eye:

796Be not thy tongue thy owne shames Orator:

797Looke sweet, speake faire, become disloyaltie:

798Apparell vice like vertues harbenger:

799Beare a faire presence, though your heart be tainted,

800Teach sinne the carriage of a holy Saint,

801Be secret false: what need she be acquainted?

802What simple thiefe brags of his owne attaine?

803'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed,

804And let her read it in thy lookes at boord:

805Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed,

806Ill deeds is doubled with an euill word:

807Alas poore women, make vs not beleeue

808(Being compact of credit) that you loue vs,

809Though others haue the arme, shew vs the sleeue:

810We in your motion turne, and you may moue vs.

811Then gentle brother get you in againe;

812Comfort my sister, cheere her, call her wife;

813'Tis holy sport to be a little vaine,

814When the sweet breath of flatterie conquers strife.

815S.Anti. Sweete Mistris, what your name is else I

816 know not;

817Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine:

818Lesse in your knowledge, and your grace you show not,

819Then our earths wonder, more then earth diuine.

820Teach me deere creature how to thinke and speake:

821Lay open to my earthie grosse conceit:

822Smothred in errors, feeble, shallow, weake,

823The foulded meaning of your words deceit:

824Against my soules pure truth, why labour you,

825To make it wander in an vnknowne field?

826Are you a god? would you create me new?

827Transforme me then, and to your powre Ile yeeld.

828But if that I am I, then well I know,

829Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,

830Nor to her bed no homage doe I owe:

831Farre more, farre more, to you doe I decline:

832Oh traine me not sweet Mermaide with thy note,

833To drowne me in thy sister floud of teares:

834Sing Siren for thy selfe, and I will dote:

835Spread ore the siluer waues thy golden haires;

836And as a bud Ile take thee, and there lie:

837And in that glorious supposition thinke,

838He gaines by death, that hath such meanes to die:

839Let Loue, being light, be drowned if she sinke.

840Luc. What are you mad, that you doe reason so?

841Ant. Not mad, but mated, how I doe not know.

842Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eie.

843Ant. For gazing on your beames

faire sun being by.

844Luc. Gaze when you should, and that will cleere

845 your sight.

846Ant. As good to winke sweet loue, as looke on night.

847Luc. Why call you me loue? Call my sister so.

848Ant. Thy sisters sister.

849Luc. That's my sister.

850Ant. No: it is thy selfe, mine owne selfes better part:

851Mine eies cleere eie, my deere hearts deerer heart;

852My foode, my fortune, and my sweet hopes aime;

853My sole earths heauen, and my heauens claime.

854Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be.

855Ant. Call thy selfe sister sweet, for I am thee:

856Thee will I loue, and with thee lead my life;

857Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife:

858Giue me thy hand.

859Luc. Oh soft sir, hold you still:

860Ile fetch my sister to get her good will. Exit.

862Ant. Why how now Dromio, where run'st thou so

863 fast?

864S.Dro. Doe you know me sir? Am I Dromio? Am I

865 your man? Am I my selfe?

866Ant. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art

867 thy selfe.

868Dro. I am an asse, I am a womans man, and besides

869 my selfe.

870Ant. What womans man? and how besides thy

871 selfe?

872Dro. Marrie sir, besides my selfe, I am due to a woman:

873One that claimes me, one that haunts me, one that will

874haue me.