Mer.
Therefore give out, you are of Epidamnum,
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day, a Syracusan merchant
Is apprehended for arrival ^note here;
And, not being able to buy out his life,
According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is &dagger2; your money, that I had to keep.

A. S.
Go, bear it &dagger2; to the centaur, where we host;
And stay there, Dromio, 'till I come to thee.
Within this hour ^note it will be dinner time:
'Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
And then return and sleep within mine inn;

For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
Get thee away.

D. S.
Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a means. ^note [Exit Dromio.

A. S.
A trusty villain, sir; that very oft,
When I am dull with care and melancholy,
Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
What, will you walk with me about the town,
And then go to my inn ^note, and dine with me?

Mer.
I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit,
I crave your pardon: soon at five o'clock,
Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,
And afterward consort you 'till bed-time;
My present business calls me from you now.

A. S.
Farewel 'till then: I will go lose myself, ^note
And wander up and down to view the city.

Mer.
Sir, I commend you to your own content. [Exit Merchant.

A. S.
He that commends me to mine own ^note content,
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water,
That in the ocean seeks another drop;
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
So I, to find a mother, and a brother,
In quest of them ^note, unhappy, lose myself. Enter Dromio Ephesian.
Here comes the almanack of my true date.—
What now? How chance, thou art return'd so soon?

D. E.
Return'd so soon? rather approach'd too late:

The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit;
The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell,
My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
She is so hot, because the meat is cold;
The meat is cold, because you come not home;
You come not home, because you have no stomack;
You have no stomack, having broke your fast;
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.

A. S.
Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray,
Where have you left the money that I gave you?

D. E.
O, sixpence, that I had o' we'nsday last,
To pay the sadler for my mistress' crupper;—
The sadler had it, sir, I kept it not.

A. S.
I am not in a sportive humour now;
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust
So great a charge from thine own custody?

D. E.
I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner:
I from my mistress come to you in post;
If I return, I shall be post indeed,
For she will score your fault upon my pate.
Methinks, your maw, like mine, should be your clock ^note, ^note
And strike you home without a messenger.

A. S.
Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season,
Reserve them 'till a merrier hour than this:
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

D. E.
To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.

A. S.
Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge.

D. E.
My charge was but to bring you from the mart
Home to your house, the phœnix, sir, to dinner;

My mistress, and her sister, stays ^note for you.

A. S.
Now, as I am a christian, answer me
In what safe place you have dispos'd my money;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd:
Where is the ^note thousand marks thou hadst of me?

D. E.
I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
But not a thousand marks between you both:
If I should pay your worship those again,
Perchance, you will not bear them patiently.

A. S.
Thy mistress' marks! what mistress, slave, hast thou?

D. E.
Your worship's wife, my mistress at the phœnix;
She that doth fast, 'till you come home to dinner,
And prays, that you will hye you home to dinner.

A. S.
What, will you flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you † that, sir knave.

D. E.
What mean you, sir? for god's sake, hold your hands:
Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [Exit Dromio.

A. S.
Upon my life, by some device, or other,
The villain is o'er-raught ^note of all my money.
They say, this town14Q0131 is full of cozenage;
As nimble juglers that deceive the eye,
Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
And many such like liberties of sin:
If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
I'll to the centaur, to go seek this slave;
I greatly fear, my money is not safe. [Exit.

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