SCENE I. Before the house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus, ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR

ANTIPHOLUS

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.
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?

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.
ANTIPHOLUS

I think thou art an ass.

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 ass.
ANTIPHOLUS

You're sad, Signior Balthazar: pray God our cheer
May answer my good will and your good welcome here.

I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your
welcome dear.
ANTIPHOLUS

O, Signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish,
A table full of welcome make scarce one dainty dish.

Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
ANTIPHOLUS

And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.

Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
ANTIPHOLUS

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.

Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!

[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.

What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
the street.

[Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he
catch cold on's feet.
ANTIPHOLUS

Who talks within there? ho, open the door!

[Within] Right, sir; I'll tell you when, an you tell
me wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS

Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.

[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
when you may.
ANTIPHOLUS

What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?

[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
is Dromio.

O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
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.

[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
at the gate?

Let my master in, Luce.

[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.

O Lord, I must laugh!
Have at you with a proverb--Shall I set in my staff?

[Within] Have at you with another; that's--When?
can you tell?

[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
answered him well.

Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
OF EPHESUS

[Within] I thought to have asked you.

[Within] And you said no.

So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
ANTIPHOLUS

Thou baggage, let me in.

[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?

Master, knock the door hard.

[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
ANTIPHOLUS

You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.

[Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?

[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
this noise?

[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
unruly boys.
ANTIPHOLUS

Are you there, wife? you might have come before.

[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.

If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.

Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
fain have either.

In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.

They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
ANTIPHOLUS

There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
ANTIPHOLUS

Go fetch me something: I'll break ope the gate.

[Within] Break any breaking here, and I'll break your
knave's pate.

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
thee, hind!

Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
let me in.

[Within] Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
ANTIPHOLUS

Well, I'll break in: go borrow me a crow.

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.
ANTIPHOLUS

Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.

Have patience, sir; O, let it not be so!
Herein you war against your reputation
And draw within the compass of suspect
The unviolated honour of your wife.
Once this,--your long experience of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years and modesty,
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,
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,
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,
For ever housed where it gets possession.
ANTIPHOLUS

You have prevailed: 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:
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 Angelo

Get you home
And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
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,
I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.

I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
ANTIPHOLUS

Do so. This jest shall cost me some expense.

Exeunt