Whiles a wedlock-hymn we sing, Feed yourselves with questioning, That reason wonder may diminish, How thus we met, and these things finish.
SONG Wedding is great Juno"s crown; O blessed bond of board and bed!
"Tis Hymen peoples every town; High wedlock then be honoured.
Honour, high honour, and renown, To Hymen, G.o.d of every town!
DUKE SENIOR. O my dear niece, welcome thou art to me!
Even daughter, welcome in no less degree.
PHEBE. I will not eat my word, now thou art mine; Thy faith my fancy to thee doth combine.
Enter JAQUES de BOYS
JAQUES de BOYS. Let me have audience for a word or two.
I am the second son of old Sir Rowland, That bring these tidings to this fair a.s.sembly.
Duke Frederick, hearing how that every day Men of great worth resorted to this forest, Address"d a mighty power; which were on foot, In his own conduct, purposely to take His brother here, and put him to the sword; And to the skirts of this wild wood he came, Where, meeting with an old religious man, After some question with him, was converted Both from his enterprise and from the world; His crown bequeathing to his banish"d brother, And all their lands restor"d to them again That were with him exil"d. This to be true I do engage my life.
DUKE SENIOR. Welcome, young man.
Thou offer"st fairly to thy brothers" wedding: To one, his lands withheld; and to the other, A land itself at large, a potent dukedom.
First, in this forest let us do those ends That here were well begun and well begot; And after, every of this happy number, That have endur"d shrewd days and nights with us, Shall share the good of our returned fortune, According to the measure of their states.
Meantime, forget this new-fall"n dignity, And fall into our rustic revelry.
Play, music; and you brides and bridegrooms all, With measure heap"d in joy, to th" measures fall.
JAQUES. Sir, by your patience. If I heard you rightly, The Duke hath put on a religious life, And thrown into neglect the pompous court.
JAQUES DE BOYS. He hath.
JAQUES. To him will I. Out of these convert.i.tes There is much matter to be heard and learn"d.
[To DUKE] You to your former honour I bequeath; Your patience and your virtue well deserves it.
[To ORLANDO] You to a love that your true faith doth merit; [To OLIVER] You to your land, and love, and great allies [To SILVIUS] You to a long and well-deserved bed; [To TOUCHSTONE] And you to wrangling; for thy loving voyage Is but for two months victuall"d.- So to your pleasures; I am for other than for dancing measures.
DUKE SENIOR. Stay, Jaques, stay.
JAQUES. To see no pastime I. What you would have I"ll stay to know at your abandon"d cave. Exit DUKE SENIOR. Proceed, proceed. We will begin these rites, As we do trust they"ll end, in true delights. [A dance] Exeunt
EPILOGUE EPILOGUE.
ROSALIND. It is not the fashion to see the lady the epilogue; but it is no more unhandsome than to see the lord the prologue. If it be true that good wine needs no bush, "tis true that a good play needs no epilogue. Yet to good wine they do use good bushes; and good plays prove the better by the help of good epilogues. What a case am I in then, that am neither a good epilogue, nor cannot insinuate with you in the behalf of a good play! I am not furnish"d like a beggar; therefore to beg will not become me. My way is to conjure you; and I"ll begin with the women. I charge you, O women, for the love you bear to men, to like as much of this play as please you; and I charge you, O men, for the love you bear to women- as I perceive by your simp"ring none of you hates them- that between you and the women the play may please.
If I were a woman, I would kiss as many of you as had beards that pleas"d me, complexions that lik"d me, and breaths that I defied not; and, I am sure, as many as have good beards, or good faces, or sweet breaths, will, for my kind offer, when I make curtsy, bid me farewell.
THE END
1593
THE COMEDY OF ERRORS
by William Shakespeare
> DRAMATIS PERSONAE
SOLINUS, Duke of Ephesus AEGEON, a merchant of Syracuse
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS twin brothers and sons to ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE Aegion and Aemelia
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
AEMILIA, wife to AEgeon; an abbess at Ephesus ADRIANA, wife to Antipholus of Ephesus LUCIANA, her sister LUCE, servant to Adriana
A COURTEZAN
Gaoler, Officers, Attendants
SCENE: Ephesus
> THE COMEDY OF ERRORS
ACT I. SCENE 1
A hall in the DUKE"S palace
Enter the DUKE OF EPHESUS, AEGEON, the Merchant of Syracuse, GAOLER, OFFICERS, and other ATTENDANTS
AEGEON. Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall, And by the doom of death end woes and all.
DUKE. Merchant of Syracuse, plead no more; I am not partial to infringe our laws.
The enmity and discord which of late 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 threat"ning looks.
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; 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, 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; Therefore by law thou art condemn"d to die.
AEGEON. 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, And for what cause thou cam"st to Ephesus.
AEGEON. A heavier task could not have been impos"d Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable; Yet, that the world may witness that my end Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence, I"ll utter what my sorrow gives me leave.
In Syracuse was I born, and wed Unto a woman, happy but for me, And by me, had not our hap been bad.
With her I liv"d in joy; our wealth increas"d By prosperous voyages I often made To Epid.a.m.num; 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, 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 A joyful mother of two goodly sons; And, which was strange, the one so like the other As could not be disdnguish"d but by names.
That very hour, and in the self-same inn, A mean woman was delivered 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; Unwilling, I agreed. Alas! too soon We came aboard.
A league from Epid.a.m.num had we sail"d Before the always-wind-obeying deep Gave any tragic instance of our harm: 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 embrac"d, 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, Forc"d me to seek delays for them and me.