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THE WORKS
of
WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE
Edited by
WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A.
Fellow and Tutor of Trinity College, and Public Orator
in the University of Cambridge;
and JOHN GLOVER, M.A.
Librarian Of Trinity College, Cambridge.
_VOLUME I._
Cambridge and London:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
1863.
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ[1].
SOLINUS[2], duke of Ephesus.
ÆGEON, a merchant of Syracuse.
ANTIPHOLUS[3] of Ephesus, } twin brothers, and sons to
ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, } Ægeon and Æmilia.
DROMIO of Ephesus, } twin brothers, and attendants on
DROMIO of Syracuse, } the two Antipholuses.
BALTHAZAR, a merchant.
ANGELO, a goldsmith.
First Merchant, friend to Antipholus of Syracuse.
Second Merchant, to whom Angelo is a debtor.
PINCH, a schoolmaster.
ÆMILIA, wife to Ægeon, an abbess at Ephesus.
ADRIANA, wife to Antipholus of Ephesus.
LUCIANA, her sister.
LUCE, servant to Adriana.
A Courtezan.
Gaoler, Officers, and other Attendants.
_SCENE--Ephesus._
FOOTNOTES:
1: DRAMATIS PERSONÆ first given by Rowe.
2: SOLINUS] See note (I).
3: ANTIPHOLUS] See note (I).
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS.
ACT I.
_SCENE I. A hall in the DUKE'S palace._
_Enter DUKE, ÆGEON, _Gaoler_, _Officers_, and other _Attendants_._
_Æge._ Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall,
And by the doom of death end woes and all.
_Duke._ Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more;
I am not partial to infringe our laws:
The enmity and discord which of late 5
Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke
To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,
Who, wanting guilders to redeem their lives,
Have seal'd his rigorous statutes with their bloods,
Excludes all pity from our threatening looks. 10
For, since the mortal and intestine jars
'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,
It hath in solemn synods been decreed,
Both by the Syracusians and ourselves,
To admit no traffic to our adverse towns: 15
Nay, more,
If any born at Ephesus be seen
At any Syracusian marts and fairs;
Again: if any Syracusian born
Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies, 20
His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose;
Unless a thousand marks be levied,
To quit the penalty and to ransom him.
Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,
Cannot amount unto a hundred marks; 25
Therefore by law thou art condemn'd to die.
_Æge._ Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,
My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
_Duke._ Well, Syracusian, say, in brief, the cause
Why thou departed'st from thy native home, 30
And for what cause thou camest to Ephesus.
_Æge._ A heavier task could not have been imposed
Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable:
Yet, that the world may witness that my end
Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence, 35
I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave.
In Syracusa was I born; and wed
Unto a woman, happy but for me,
And by me, had not our hap been bad.
With her I lived in joy; our wealth increased 40
By prosperous voyages I often made
To Epidamnum; till my factor's death,
And the great care of goods at random left,
Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse:
From whom my absence was not six months old, 45
Before herself, almost at fainting under
The pleasing punishment that women bear,
Had made provision for her following me,
And soon and safe arrived where I was.
There had she not been long but she became 50
A joyful mother of two goodly sons;
And, which was strange, the one so like the other
As could not be distinguish'd but by names.
That very hour, and in the self-same inn,
A meaner woman was delivered 55
Of such a burden, male twins, both alike:
Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,
I bought, and brought up to attend my sons.
My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,
Made daily motions for our home return: 60
Unwilling I agreed; alas! too soon
We came aboard.
A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd,
Before the always-wind-obeying deep
Gave any tragic instance of our harm: 65
But longer did we not retain much hope;
For what obscured light the heavens did grant
Did but convey unto our fearful minds
A doubtful warrant of immediate death;
Which though myself would gladly have embraced, 70
Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,
Weeping before for what she saw must come,
And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,
That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear,
Forced me to seek delays for them and me. 75
And this it was, for other means was none:
The sailors sought for safety by our boat,
And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us:
My wife, more careful for the latter-born,
Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast, 80
Such as seafaring men provide for storms;
To him one of the other twins was bound,
Whilst I had been like heedful of the other:
The children thus disposed, my wife and I,
Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd, 85
Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;
And floating straight, obedient to the stream,
Was carried towards Corinth, as we thought.
At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,
Dispersed those vapours that offended us; 90
And, by the benefit of his wished light,
The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered
Two ships from far making amain to us,
Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this:
But ere they came,--O, let me say no more! 95
Gather the sequel by that went before.
_Duke._ Nay, forward, old man; do not break off so;
For we may pity, though not pardon thee.
_Æge._ O, had the gods done so, I had not now
Worthily term'd them merciless to us! 100
For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues,
We were encounter'd by a mighty rock;
Which being violently borne upon,
Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst;
So that, in this unjust divorce of us, 105
Fortune had left to both of us alike
What to delight in, what to sorrow for.
Her part, poor soul! seeming as burdened
With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe,
Was carried with more speed before the wind; 110
And in our sight they three were taken up
By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.
At length, another ship had seized on us;
And, knowing whom it was their hap to save,
Gave healthful welcome to their shipwreck'd guests; 115
And would have reft the fishers of their prey,
Had not their bark been very slow of sail;
And therefore homeward did they bend their course.
Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss;
That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd, 120
To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
_Duke._ And, for the sake of them thou sorrowest for,
Do me the favour to dilate at full
What hath befall'n of them and thee till now.
_Æge._ My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care, 125
At eighteen years became inquisitive
After his brother: and importuned me
That his attendant--so his case was like,
Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name--
Might bear him company in the quest of him: 130
Whom whilst I labour'd of a love to see,
I hazarded the loss of whom I loved.
Five summers have I spent in furthest Greece,
Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia,
And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus; 135
Hopeless to find, yet loath to leave unsought
Or that, or any place that harbours men.
But here must end the story of my life;
And happy were I in my timely death,
Could all my travels warrant me they live. 140
_Duke._ Hapless Ægeon, whom the fates have mark'd
To bear the extremity of dire mishap!
Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,
Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,
Which princes, would they, may not disannul, 145
My soul should sue as advocate for thee.
But, though thou art adjudged to the death,
And passed sentence may not be recall'd
But to our honour's great disparagement,
Yet will I favour thee in what I can. 150
Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day
To seek thy help by beneficial help:
Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus;
Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,
And live; if no, then thou art doom'd to die. 155
Gaoler, take him to thy custody.
_Gaol._ I will, my lord.
_Æge._ Hopeless and helpless doth Ægeon wend,
But to procrastinate his lifeless end.
[_Exeunt._
NOTES: I, 1.
A hall ... palace.] Malone. The Duke's palace. Theobald.
A publick Place. Capell.
ÆGEON,] Rowe. with the Merchant of Siracusa, Ff.
Officers,] Capell. Officer, Staunton. om. Ff.
1: _Solinus_] F1. _Salinus_ F2 F3 F4.
10: _looks_] _books_ Anon. conj.
14: _Syracusians_] F4. _Siracusians_ F1 F2 F3. _Syracusans_ Pope.
See note (I).
16, 17, 18: _Nay more If ... seen At any_] Malone.
_Nay, more, if ... Ephesus Be seen at any_ Ff.
18: _any_] om. Pope.
23: _to ransom_] F1. _ ransom_ F2 F3 F4.
27: _this_] _'tis_ Hanmer.
33: _griefs_] F1. _griefe_ F2. _grief_ F3 F4.
35: _nature_] _fortune_ Collier MS.
39: _by me_] F1. _by me too_ F2 F3 F4.
42: _Epidamnum_] Pope. _Epidamium_ Ff. _Epidamnium_ Rowe.
See note (I).
43: _the_] _then_ Edd. conj.
_the ... care ... left_] Theobald. _he ... care ... left_ F1.
_he ... store ... leaving_ F2 F3 F4.
_heed ... caves ... left_ Jackson conj.
_random_] F3 F4. _randone_ F1 F2.
50: _had she_] Ff. _she had_ Rowe.
55: _meaner_] Delius (S. Walker conj.). _meane_ F1. _poor meane_ F2.
_poor mean_ F3 F4.
56: _burden, male twins_] _burthen male, twins_ F1.
61, 62: So Pope. One line in Ff.
61: _soon_] _soon!_] Pope. _soon._ Capell.
70: _gladly_] _gently_ Collier MS.
71: _weepings_] F1. _weeping_ F2 F3 F4.
76: _this_] _thus_ Collier MS.
79: _latter-_] _elder-_ Rowe.
86: _either end the mast_] _th' end of either mast_ Hanmer.
87, 88: _And ... Was_] Ff. _And ... Were_ Rowe.
_Which ... Was_ Capell.
91: _wished_] F1. _wish'd_ F2 F3 F4.
92: _seas wax'd_] _seas waxt_ F1. _seas waxe_ F2. _seas wax_ F3.
_seas was_ F4. _sea was_ Rowe.
94: _Epidaurus_] _Epidarus_ F1. _Epidamnus_ Theobald conj.
103: _upon_] Pope. _up_ F1 _up upon_ F2 F3 F4.
104: _helpful_] _helpless_ Rowe.
113: _another_] _the other_ Hanmer.
115: _healthful_] F1. _helpful_ F2 F3 F4.
117: _bark_] _backe_ F1.
120: _That_] _Thus_ Hanmer. _Yet_ Anon. conj.
122: _sake_] F1. _sakes_ F2 F3 F4.
124: _hath ... thee_] _have ... they_ F1.
_of_] om. F4.
128: _so_] F1. _for_ F2 F3 F4.
130: _the_] om. Pope.
131: _I labour'd of a_] _he labour'd of all_ Collier MS.
144, 145: These lines inverted by Hanmer.
145: _princes, would they, may_] Hanmer. _Princes would they may_ F1.
_Princes would, they may_ F2 F3 F4.
151: _Therefore, merchant, I'll_] Ff. _Therefore merchant, I_ Rowe.
_I, therefore, merchant_ Pope. _I'll, therefore, merchant_ Capell.
152: _help ... help_] Ff. _life ... help_ Pope.
_help ... means_ Steevens conj. _hope ... help_ Collier.
_fine ... help_ Singer.
_by_] _thy_ Jackson conj.
155: _no_] _not_ Rowe.
156: _Gaoler,_] _Jailor, now_ Hanmer. _So, jailer,_ Capell.
159: _lifeless_] Warburton. _liveless_ Ff.
_SCENE II. The Mart._
_Enter _ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse_, _DROMIO of Syracuse_, and
_First Merchant_._
_First Mer._ Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum,
Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
This very day a Syracusian merchant
Is apprehended for arrival here;
And, not being able to buy out his life, 5
According to the statute of the town,
Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
There is your money that I had to keep.
_Ant. S._ Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee. 10
Within this hour 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. 15
Get thee away.
_Dro. S._ Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a mean. [_Exit._
_Ant. S._ A trusty villain, sir; that very oft,
When I am dull with care and melancholy, 20
Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
What, will you walk with me about the town,
And then go to my inn, and dine with me?
_First Mer._ I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
Of whom I hope to make much benefit; 25
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.
_Ant. S._ Farewell till then: I will go lose myself, 30
And wander up and down to view the city.
_First Mer._ Sir, I commend you to your own content. [_Exit._
_Ant. S._ He that commends me to mine own content
Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
I to the world am like a drop of water, 35
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, unhappy, lose myself. 40
_Enter _DROMIO of Ephesus_._
Here comes the almanac of my true date.
What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
_Dro. 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; 45
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 stomach;
You have no stomach, having broke your fast; 50
But we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
Are penitent for your default to-day.
_Ant. S._ Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
Where have you left the money that I gave you?
_Dro. E._ O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last 55
To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
_Ant. S._ I am not in a sportive humour now:
Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
We being strangers here, how darest thou trust 60
So great a charge from thine own custody?
_Dro. 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. 65
Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
And strike you home without a messenger.
_Ant. 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? 70
_Dro. E._ To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
_Ant. S._ Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
_Dro. E._ My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner: 75
My mistress and her sister stays for you.
_Ant. S._ Now, as I am a Christian, answer me,
In what safe place you have bestow'd my money;
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours,
That stands on tricks when I am undisposed: 80
Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
_Dro. 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, 85
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
_Ant. S._ Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
_Dro. E._ Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
And prays that you will hie you home to dinner. 90
_Ant. S._ What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
_Dro. E._ What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels. [_Exit._
_Ant. S._ Upon my life, by some device or other 95
The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
They say this town is full of cozenage;
As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind.
Soul-killing witches that deform the body, 100
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._ 105
NOTES: I, 2.
SCENE II.] Pope. No division in Ff.
The Mart.] Edd. A public place. Capell. The Street. Pope.
See note (II).
Enter ...] Enter Antipholis Erotes, a Marchant, and Dromio. Ff.
4: _arrival_] _a rivall_ F1.
10: _till_] _tell_ F2.
11, 12: The order of these lines is inverted by F2 F3 F4.
12: _that_] _then_ Collier MS.
18: _mean_] F1. _means_ F2 F3 F4.
23: _my_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4.
28: _consort_] _consort with_ Malone conj.
30: _myself_] F1. _my life_ F2 F3 F4.
33: SCENE III. Pope.
_mine_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.
37: _falling_] _failing_ Barron Field conj.
37, 38: _fellow forth, Unseen,_] _fellow, for Th' unseen_ Anon. conj.
38: _Unseen,_] _In search_ Spedding conj.
_Unseen, inquisitive,_] _Unseen inquisitive!_ Staunton.
40: _them_] F1. _him_ F2 F3 F4.
_unhappy_,] F2 F3 F4. (_unhappie a_) F1. _unhappier_, Edd. conj.
65: _score_] Rowe. _scoure_ F1 F2 F3. _scour_ F4.
66: _your clock_] Pope. _your cooke_ F1. _you cooke_ F2.
_your cook_ F3 F4.
76: _stays_] _stay_ Rowe.
86: _will_] _would_ Collier MS.
93: _God's_] Hanmer. _God_ Ff.
96: _o'er-raught_] Hanmer. _ore-wrought_ Ff.
99: _Dark-working_] _Drug-working_ Warburton.
99, 100: _Dark-working ... Soul-killing_] _Soul-killing ...
Dark-working_ Johnson conj.
100: _Soul-killing_] _Soul-selling_ Hanmer.
102: _liberties_] _libertines_ Hanmer.
ACT II.
_SCENE I. The house of _ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus_._
_Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA._
_Adr._ Neither my husband nor the slave return'd,
That in such haste I sent to seek his master!
Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
_Luc._ Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner. 5
Good sister, let us dine, and never fret:
A man is master of his liberty:
Time is their master; and when they see time,
They'll go or come: if so, be patient, sister.
_Adr._ Why should their liberty than ours be more? 10
_Luc._ Because their business still lies out o' door.
_Adr._ Look, when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
_Luc._ O, know he is the bridle of your will.
_Adr._ There's none but asses will be bridled so.
_Luc._ Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe. 15
There's nothing situate under heaven's eye
But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males' subjects and at their controls:
Men, more divine, the masters of all these, 20
Lords of the wide world and wild watery seas,
Indued with intellectual sense and souls,
Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls,
Are masters to their females, and their lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords. 25
_Adr._ This servitude makes you to keep unwed.
_Luc._ Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed.
_Adr._ But, were you wedded, you would bear some sway.
_Luc._ Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey.
_Adr._ How if your husband start some other where? 30
_Luc._ Till he come home again, I would forbear.
_Adr._ Patience unmoved! no marvel though she pause;
They can be meek that have no other cause.
A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; 35
But were we burden'd with like weight of pain,
As much, or more, we should ourselves complain:
So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,
With urging helpless patience wouldst relieve me;
But, if thou live to see like right bereft, 40
This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.
_Luc._ Well, I will marry one day, but to try.
Here comes your man; now is your husband nigh.
_Enter _DROMIO of Ephesus_._
_Adr._ Say, is your tardy master now at hand?
_Dro. E._ Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that my 45
two ears can witness.
_Adr._ Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind?
_Dro. E._ Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear:
Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.
_Luc._ Spake he so doubtfully, thou couldst not feel his 50
meaning?
_Dro. E._ Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well
feel his blows; and withal so doubtfully, that I could scarce
understand them.
_Adr._ But say, I prithee, is he coming home? 55
It seems he hath great care to please his wife.
_Dro. E._ Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.
_Adr._ Horn-mad, thou villain!
_Dro. E._ I mean not cuckold-mad;
But, sure, he is stark mad.
When I desired him to come home to dinner, 60
He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
''Tis dinner-time,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he:
'Your meat doth burn,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he:
'Will you come home?' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he,
'Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?' 65
'The pig,' quoth I, 'is burn'd;' 'My gold!' quoth he:
'My mistress, sir,' quoth I; 'Hang up thy mistress!
I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!'
_Luc._ Quoth who?
_Dro. E._ Quoth my master: 70
'I know,' quoth he, 'no house, no wife, no mistress.'
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders;
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
_Adr._ Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home. 75
_Dro. E._ Go back again, and be new beaten home?
For God's sake, send some other messenger.
_Adr._ Back, slave, or I will break thy pate across.
_Dro. E._ And he will bless that cross with other beating:
Between you I shall have a holy head. 80
_Adr._ Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home.
_Dro. E._ Am I so round with you as you with me,
That like a football you do spurn me thus?
You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither:
If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.
[_Exit._ 85
_Luc._ Fie, how impatience lowereth in your face!
_Adr._ His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it: 90
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault; he's master of my state: 95
What ruins are in me that can be found,
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair:
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale, 100
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.
_Luc._ Self-harming jealousy! fie, beat it hence!
_Adr._ Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere;
Or else what lets it but he would be here? 105
Sister, you know he promised me a chain;
Would that alone, alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!
I see the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still, 110
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold: and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die. 115
_Luc._ How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
[_Exeunt._
NOTES: II, 1.
The house ... Ephesus.] Pope. The same (i.e. A publick place).
Capell, and passim.
11: _o' door_] Capell. _adore_ F1 F2 F3. _adoor_ F4.
12: _ill_] F2 F3 F4. _thus_ F1.
15: _lash'd_] _leashed_ "a learned lady" conj. ap. Steevens.
_lach'd_ or _lac'd_ Becket conj.
17: _bound, ... sky:_] _bound: ... sky,_ Anon. conj.
19: _subjects_] _subject_ Capell.
20, 21: _Men ... masters ... Lords_] Hanmer. _Man ... master
... Lord_ Ff.
21: _wild watery_] _wilde watry_ F1. _wide watry_ F2 F3 F4.
22, 23: _souls ... fowls_] F1. _soul ... fowl_ F2 F3 F4.
30: _husband start_] _husband's heart's_ Jackson conj.
_other where_] _other hare_ Johnson conj. See note (III).
31: _home_] om. Boswell (ed. 1821).
39: _wouldst_] Rowe. _would_ Ff.
40: _see_] _be_ Hanmer.
41: _fool-begg'd_] _fool-egg'd_ Jackson conj. _fool-bagg'd_
Staunton conj. _fool-badged_ Id. conj.
44: SCENE II. Pope.
_now_] _yet_ Capell.
45: _Nay_] _At hand? Nay_ Capell.
_and_] om. Capell.
45, 46: _two ... two_] _too ... two_ F1.
50-53: _doubtfully_] _doubly_ Collier MS.
53: _withal_] _therewithal_ Capell.
_that_] om. Capell, who prints lines 50-54 as four verses ending
_feel ... I ... therewithal ... them._
59: _he is_] _he's_ Pope. om. Hanmer.
61: _a thousand_] F4. _a hundred_ F1 _a 1000_ F2 F3.
64: _home_] Hanmer. om. Ff.
68: _I know not thy mistress_] _Thy mistress I know not_ Hanmer.
_I know not of thy mistress_ Capell. _I know thy mistress not_
Seymour conj.
_out on thy mistress_] F1 F4. _out on my mistress_ F2 F3.
_'out on thy mistress,' Quoth he_ Capell. _I know no mistress;
out upon thy mistress_ Steevens conj.
70: _Quoth_] _Why, quoth_ Hanmer.
71-74: Printed as prose in Ff. Corrected by Pope.
73: _bare_] _bear_ Steevens.
_my_] _thy_ F2.
74: _there_] _thence_ Capell conj.
85: _I last_] _I'm to last_ Anon. conj.
[Exit.] F2.
87: SCENE III. Pope.
93: _blunts_] F1. _blots_ F2 F3 F4.
107: _alone, alone_] F2 F3 F4. _alone, a love_ F1.
_alone, alas!_ Hanmer. _alone, O love,_ Capell conj.
_alone a lone_ Nicholson conj.
110: _yet the_] Ff. _and the_ Theobald. _and tho'_ Hanmer.
_yet though_ Collier.
111: _That others touch_] _The tester's touch_ Anon. (Fras. Mag.)
conj. _The triers' touch_ Singer.
_and_] Ff. _yet_ Theobald. _an_ Collier. _though_ Heath conj.
111, 112: _will Wear_] Theobald (Warburton). _will, Where_] F1.
112, 113: F2 F3 F4 omit these two lines. See note (IV).
112: _and no man_] F1. _and so no man_ Theobald.
_and e'en so man_ Capell. _and so a man_ Heath conj.
113: _By_] F1. _But_ Theobald.
115: _what's left away_] _(what's left away)_ F1.
_(what's left) away_ F2 F3 F4.
_SCENE II. A public place._
_Enter _ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse_._
_Ant. S._ The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
By computation and mine host's report.
I could not speak with Dromio since at first 5
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
_Enter _DROMIO of Syracuse_._
How now, sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? 10
My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
_Dro. S._ What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
_Ant. S._ Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
_Dro. S._ I did not see you since you sent me hence, 15
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.
_Ant. S._ Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.
_Dro. S._ I am glad to see you in this merry vein: 20
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.
_Ant. S._ Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.
[_Beating him._
_Dro. S._ Hold, sir, for God's sake! now your jest is earnest:
Upon what bargain do you give it me? 25
_Ant. S._ Because that I familiarly sometimes
Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,
Your sauciness will jest upon my love,
And make a common of my serious hours.
When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport, 30
But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.
If you will jest with me, know my aspect,
And fashion your demeanour to my looks,
Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
_Dro. S._ Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, 35
I had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
long, I must get a sconce for my head, and insconce it
too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But,
I pray, sir, why am I beaten?
_Ant. S._ Dost thou not know? 40
_Dro. S._ Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
_Ant. S._ Shall I tell you why?
_Dro. S._ Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say every
why hath a wherefore.
_Ant. S._ Why, first,--for flouting me; and then, wherefore,-- 45
For urging it the second time to me.
_Dro. S._ Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.
_Ant. S._ Thank me, sir! for what? 50
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, for this something that you gave
me for nothing.
_Ant. S._ I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing
for something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
_Dro. S._ No, sir: I think the meat wants that I have. 55
_Ant. S._ In good time, sir; what's that?
_Dro. S._ Basting.
_Ant. S._ Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
_Dro. S._ If it be, sir, I pray you, eat none of it.
_Ant. S._ Your reason? 60
_Dro. S._ Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me
another dry basting.
_Ant. S._ Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
time for all things.
_Dro. S._ I durst have denied that, before you were so 65
choleric.
_Ant. S._ By what rule, sir?
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald
pate of father Time himself.
_Ant. S._ Let's hear it. 70
_Dro. S._ There's no time for a man to recover his hair
that grows bald by nature.
_Ant. S._ May he not do it by fine and recovery?
_Dro. S._ Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover
the lost hair of another man. 75
_Ant. S._ Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as
it is, so plentiful an excrement?
_Dro. S._ Because it is a blessing that he bestows on
beasts: and what he hath scanted men in hair, he hath
given them in wit. 80
_Ant. S._ Why, but there's many a man hath more hair
than wit.
_Dro. S._ Not a man of those but he hath the wit to
lose his hair.
_Ant. S._ Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain 85
dealers without wit.
_Dro. S._ The plainer dealer, the sooner lost: yet he
loseth it in a kind of jollity.
_Ant. S._ For what reason?
_Dro. S._ For two; and sound ones too. 90
_Ant. S._ Nay, not sound, I pray you.
_Dro. S._ Sure ones, then.
_Ant. S._ Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
_Dro. S._ Certain ones, then.
_Ant. S._ Name them. 95
_Dro. S._ The one, to save the money that he spends in
trimming; the other, that at dinner they should not drop
in his porridge.
_Ant. S._ You would all this time have proved there is
no time for all things. 100
_Dro. S._ Marry, and did, sir; namely, no time to recover
hair lost by nature.
_Ant. S._ But your reason was not substantial, why
there is no time to recover.
_Dro. S._ Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and 105
therefore to the world's end will have bald followers.
_Ant. S._ I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
But, soft! who wafts us yonder?
_Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA._
_Adr._ Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown:
Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects; 110
I am not Adriana nor thy wife.
The time was once when thou unurged wouldst vow
That never words were music to thine ear,
That never object pleasing in thine eye,
That never touch well welcome to thy hand, 115
That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste,
Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carved to thee.
How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,
That thou art then estranged from thyself?
Thyself I call it, being strange to me, 120
That, undividable, incorporate,
Am better than thy dear self's better part.
Ah, do not tear away thyself from me!
For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall
A drop of water in the breaking gulf, 125
And take unmingled thence that drop again,
Without addition or diminishing,
As take from me thyself, and not me too.
How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,
Shouldst thou but hear I were licentious, 130
And that this body, consecrate to thee,
By ruffian lust should be contaminate!
Wouldst thou not spit at me and spurn at me,
And hurl the name of husband in my face,
And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot-brow, 135
And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,
And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?
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: 140
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 distain'd, thou undishonoured. 145
_Ant. S._ Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
As strange unto your town as to your talk;
Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
Wants wit in all one word to understand. 150
_Luc._ Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you!
When were you wont to use my sister thus?
She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
_Ant. S._ By Dromio?
_Dro. S._ By me? 155
_Adr._ By thee; and this thou didst return from him,
That he did buffet thee, and, in his blows,
Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
_Ant. S._ Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
What is the course and drift of your compact? 160
_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 names, 165
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, 170
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: 175
If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,
Usurping ivy, brier, 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: 180
What, was I married to her in my dream?
Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?
What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?
Until I know this sure uncertainty,
I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. 185
_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 sprites:
If we obey them not, this will ensue, 190
They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
_Luc._ Why pratest thou to thyself, and answer'st not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
_Dro. S._ I am transformed, master, am I not?
_Ant. S._ I think thou art in mind, and so am I. 195
_Dro. S._ Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
_Ant. S._ Thou hast thine own form.
_Dro. S._ No, I am an ape.
_Luc._ If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass.
_Dro. S._ 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.
'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be 200
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 laughs my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate. 205
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well. 210
_Ant. S._ Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
I'll say as they say, and persever so,
And in this mist at all adventures go. 215
_Dro. S._ Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
_Adr._ Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
_Luc._ Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
[_Exeunt._
NOTES: II, 2.
SCENE II.] Capell. SCENE IV. Pope.
A public place.] Capell. A street. Pope.
3, 4, 5: _out By ... report. I_] F1 F2 F3. _out By ... report, I_ F4.
_out. By ... report, I_ Rowe.
12: _didst_] _did didst_ F1.
23: Beating him] Beats Dro. Ff.
28: _jest_] _jet_ Dyce.
29: _common_] _comedy_ Hanmer.
35-107: Pope marks as spurious.
38: _else_] om. Capell.
45: _Why, first_] _First, why_ Capell.
53: _next, to_] _next time,_ Capell conj.
_to_] _and_ Collier MS.
59: _none_] F1. _not_ F2 F3 F4.
76: _hair_] _hair to men_ Capell.
79: _men_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _them_ Ff.
91: _sound_] F1. _sound ones_ F2 F3 F4.
93: _falsing_] _falling_ Heath conj.
97: _trimming_] Rowe. _trying_ Ff. _tyring_ Pope. _'tiring_ Collier.
101: _no time_] F2 F3 F4. _in no time_ F1. _e'en no time_ Collier
(Malone conj.).
110: _thy_] F1. _some_ F2 F3 F4.
111: _not ... nor_] _but ... and_ Capell conj.
112: _unurged_] _unurg'dst_ Pope.
117: _or look'd, or_] _look'd,_ Steevens.
_to thee_] om. Pope. _thee_ S. Walker conj.
119: _then_] _thus_ Rowe.
130: _but_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
135: _off_] Hanmer. _of_ Ff.
138: _canst_] _wouldst_ Hanmer.
140: _crime_] _grime_ Warburton.
142: _thy_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.
143: _contagion_] _catagion_ F4.
145: _distain'd_] _unstain'd_ Hanmer (Theobald conj.).
_dis-stain'd_ Theobald. _distained_ Heath conj.
_undishonoured_] _dishonoured_ Heath conj.
149, 150: Marked as spurious by Pope.
_Who, ... Wants_] _Whose every ..., Want_ Becket conj.
150: _Wants_] Ff. _Want_ Johnson.
155: _By me?_] Pope. _By me._ Ff.
156: _this_] F1, Capell. _thus_ F2 F3 F4.
167: _your_] _you_ F2.
174: _stronger_] F4. _stranger_ F1 F2 F3.
180-185: Marked 'aside' by Capell.
180: _moves_] _means_ Collier MS.
183: _drives_] _draws_ Collier MS.
184: _sure uncertainty_] _sure: uncertainly_ Becket conj.
185: _offer'd_] Capell. _free'd_ Ff. _favour'd_ Pope.
_proffered_ Collier MS.
187-201: Marked as spurious by Pope.
189: _talk_] _walk and talk_ Anon. conj.
_goblins_] _ghosts and goblins_ Lettsom conj.
_owls_] _ouphs_ Theobald.
_sprites_] F1. _elves sprites_ F2 F3 F4. _elvish sprites_
Rowe (ed. 2). _elves and sprites_ Collier MS.
191: _or_] _and_ Theobald.
192: _and answer'st not?_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
193: _Dromio, thou drone, thou snail_] Theobald.
_Dromio, thou Dromio, thou snaile_ F1.
_Dromio, thou Dromio, snaile_ F2 F3 F4.
194: _am I not?_] Ff. _am not I?_ Theobald.
203: _the eye_] _thy eye_ F2 F3.
204: _laughs_] Ff. _laugh_ Pope.
211-215: Marked as 'aside' by Capell.
ACT III.
_SCENE I. Before the house of _ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus_._
_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:
Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
To see the making of her carcanet,
And that to-morrow you will bring it home. 5
But here's a villain that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
And that I did deny my wife and house.
Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this? 10
_Dro. E._ Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
That you 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 15
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 ass.
_Ant. E._ You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
May answer my good will and your good welcome here. 20
_Bal._ I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.
_Ant. E._ O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
_Bal._ Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
_Ant. E._ And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words. 25
_Bal._ Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
_Ant. E._ Ay to a niggardly host and more sparing guest:
But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
But, soft! my door is lock'd.--Go bid them let us in. 30
_Dro. E._ Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn!
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
idiot, patch!
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store,
When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door, 35
_Dro. E._ What patch is made our porter? My master stays
in the street.
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
catch cold on's feet.
_Ant. E._ Who talks within there? ho, open the door!
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you'll
tell me wherefore.
_Ant. E._ Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day. 40
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
when you may.
_Ant. E._ What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] The porter for this time, sir, and
my name is Dromio.
_Dro. E._ O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office
and my name!
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame. 45
If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name, or thy name
for an ass.
_Luce._ [_Within_] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are
those at the gate?
_Dro. E._ Let my master in, Luce.
_Luce._ [_Within_] Faith, no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.
_Dro. E._ O Lord, I must laugh! 50
Have at you with a proverb;--Shall I set in my staff?
_Luce._ [_Within_] Have at you with another; that's,
--When? can you tell?
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] If thy name be call'd Luce, --Luce,
thou hast answer'd him well.
_Ant. E._ Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
_Luce._ [_Within_] I thought to have ask'd you.
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] And you said no. 55
_Dro. E._ So, come, help:--well struck! there was blow for blow.
_Ant. E._ Thou baggage, let me in.
_Luce._ [_Within_] Can you tell for whose sake?
_Dro. E._ Master, knock the door hard.
_Luce._ [_Within_] Let him knock till it ache.
_Ant. E._ You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
_Luce._ [_Within_] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks
in the town? 60
_Adr._ [_Within_] Who is that at the door that keeps
all this noise?
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] By my troth, your town is troubled
with unruly boys.
_Ant. E._ Are you, there, wife? you might have come before.
_Adr._ [_Within_] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
_Dro. E._ If you went in pain, master, this 'knave'
would go sore. 65
_Aug._ Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
fain have either.
_Bal._ In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
_Dro. E._ They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome
hither.
_Ant. E._ There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
_Dro. E._ You would say so, master, if your garments were thin. 70
Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
_Ant. E._ Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Break any breaking here, and I'll break
your knave's pate.
_Dro. E._ A man may break a word with you, sir; and words
are but wind; 75
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] It seems thou want'st breaking: out
upon thee, hind!
_Dro. E._ Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
let me in.
_Dro. S._ [_Within_] Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and
fish have no fin.
_Ant. E._ Well, I'll break in:--go borrow me a crow. 80
_Dro. E._ A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather:
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
_Ant. E._ Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
_Bal._ Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so! 85
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
Th' unviolated honour of your wife.
Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years, and modesty, 90
Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
Why at this time the doors are made against you.
Be ruled by me: depart in patience,
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner; 95
And about evening come yourself alone
To know the reason of this strange restraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in
Now in the stirring passage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made of it, 100
And that supposed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled estimation,
That may with foul intrusion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;
For slander lives upon succession, 105
For ever housed where it gets possession.
_Ant. E._ You have prevail'd: I will depart in quiet,
And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle: 110
There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
My wife--but, I protest, without desert--
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
To her will we to dinner. [_To Ang._] Get you home,
And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made: 115
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
For there's the house: that chain will I bestow--
Be it for nothing but to spite my wife--
Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, 120
I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
_Ang._ I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
_Ant. E._ Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.
[_Exeunt._
NOTES: III, 1.
SCENE I. ANGELO and BALTHAZAR.] Angelo the Goldsmith and Balthasar
the Merchant. Ff.
1: _all_] om. Pope.
11-14: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
11: _Say_] _you must say_ Capell.
13: _the skin_] _my skin_ Collier MS.
14: _own_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4.
_you_] _you for certain_ Collier MS.
15: _doth_] _dont_ Theobald.
19: _You're_] _Y'are_ Ff. _you are_ Capell.
20: _here_] om. Pope.
21-29: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
31: _Ginn_] om. Pope. _Jen'_ Malone. _Gin'_ Collier. _Jin_ Dyce.
36-60: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
32, sqq.: [Within] Rowe.
46: _been_] F1. _bid_ F2 F3 F4.
47: _an ass_] _a face_ Collier MS.
48: Luce. [Within] Rowe. Enter Luce. Ff.
_there, Dromio? who_] _there! Dromio, who_ Capell.
54: _hope_] _trow_ Theobald. Malone supposes a line omitted
ending _rope_.
61: Adr. [Within]. Rowe. Enter Adriana. Ff.
65-83: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
67: _part_] _have part_ Warburton.
71: _cake here_] _cake_ Capell. _cake there_ Anon. conj.
72: _mad_] F1. _as mad_ F2 F3 F4.
_as a buck_] om. Capell.
75: _you,_] _your_ F1.
85: _so_] _thus_ Pope.
89: _Once this_] _Own this_ Malone conj. _This once_ Anon. conj.
_her_] Rowe. _your_ Ff.
91: _her_] Rowe. _your_ Ff.
93: _made_] _barr'd_ Pope.
105: _slander_] _lasting slander_ Johnson conj.
_upon_] _upon its own_ Capell conj.
106: _housed ... gets_] Collier. _hous'd ... gets_ F1.
_hous'd ... once gets_ F2 F3 F4. _hous'd where 't gets_ Steevens.
108: _mirth_] _wrath_ Theobald.
116: _Porpentine_] Ff. _Porcupine_ Rowe (and passim).
117: _will I_] F1. _I will_ F2 F3 F4.
119: _mine_] F1. _my_ F2 F3 F4.
122: _hour_] F1. _hour, sir_ F2 F3 F4.
