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    Act 3, Scene II

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    SCENE II. The same.

    Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse
    LUCIANA
    And 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,
    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;
    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?
    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 d eeds are doubled with an evil word.
    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;
    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 SYRACUSE
    Sweet mistress--what your name is else, I know not,
    Nor by what wonder you do hit of mine,--
    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,
    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.
    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,
    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 think
    He gains by death that hath such means to die:
    Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!

    LUCIANA
    What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.

    LUCIANA
    It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.

    LUCIANA
    Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.

    LUCIANA
    Why call you me love? call my sister so.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Thy sister's sister.

    LUCIANA
    That's my sister.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    No;
    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,
    My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.

    LUCIANA
    All this my sister is, or else should be.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Call 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.
    Give me thy hand.

    LUCIANA
    O, soft, air! hold you still:
    I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.

    Exit

    Enter DROMIO of Syracuse

    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
    am I myself?
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.

    ANTIPHOLUS
    What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one
    that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    What claim lays she to thee?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Marry 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.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    What is she?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    A 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.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    How dost thou mean a fat marriage?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Marry, 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 a
    Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday,
    she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    What complexion is she of?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
    clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
    shoes in the grime of it.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    That's a fault that water will mend.

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    What's her name?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's
    an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from
    hip to hip.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Then she bears some breadth?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
    she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out
    countries in her.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    In what part of her body stands Ireland?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Where Scotland?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Where France?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war
    against her heir.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Where England?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no
    whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin,
    by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Where Spain?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Where America, the Indies?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Oh, 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 SYRACUSE
    Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    Oh, 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 my
    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.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Go 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.
    If every one knows us and we know none,
    'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.

    DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
    As from a bear a man would run for life,
    So fly I from her that would be my wife.

    Exit

    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    There's none but witches do inhabit here;
    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,
    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

    ANGELO
    Master Antipholus,--
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Ay, that's my name.

    ANGELO
    I 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 SYRACUSE
    What is your will that I shall do with this?

    ANGELO
    What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.

    ANGELO
    Not 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.
    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
    For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.

    ANGELO
    You are a merry man, sir: fare you well.

    Exit

    ANTIPHOLUS

    OF SYRACUSE
    What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
    But this I think, there's no man is so vain
    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.

    Exit
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