S. Ant.
And so do I, yet did she call me so;
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother.
[To Luciana.]
What I told you then
I hope I shall have leisure to make good,
If this be not a dream I see and hear.
Ang.
That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
S. Ant.
I think it be, sir, I deny it not.
E. Ant.
And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
Ang.
I think I did, sir, I deny it not.
Adr.
I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
By Dromio, but I think he brought it not.
E. Dro.
No, none by me.
S. Ant.
This purse of ducats I receiv’d from you,
And Dromio my man did bring them me.
I see we still did meet each other’s man,
And I was ta’en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors are arose.
E. Ant.
These ducats pawn I for my father here.
Duke.
It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
Cour.
Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
E. Ant.
There take it, and much thanks for my good cheer.
Abb.
Renowned Duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
To go with us into the abbey here,
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes;
And all that are assembled in this place
That by this sympathized one day’s error
Have suffer’d wrong, go keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction.
Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my sons, and till this present hour
My heavy burthen [ne’er] delivered.
The Duke, my husband, and my children both,
And you the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossips’ feast, and go with me—
After so long grief, such nativity!
Duke.
With all my heart, I’ll gossip at this feast.
Exeunt omnes. Manent the two Dromios and two brothers.
S. Dro.
Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
E. Ant.
Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark’d?
S. Dro.
Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
S. Ant.
He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio.
Come go with us, we’ll look to that anon.
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.
Exit [with Antipholus of Ephesus].
S. Dro.
There is a fat friend at your master’s house,
That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner:
She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
E. Dro.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
I see by you I am a sweet-fac’d youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
S. Dro.
Not I, sir, you are my elder.
E. Dro.
That’s a question; how shall we try it?
S. Dro.
We’ll draw cuts for the senior, till then, lead thou first.
E. Dro.
Nay then thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before another.
Exeunt.
¶
William Shakespeare
THE TAMING
OF THE SHREW
