S. Ant. Then fhe bears fome breadth? S. Dro. No longer from head to foot, than from hip to hip; fhe is spherical, like a globe: I could find out countries in her. S. Ant. In what part of her body ftands Ireland? S. Dro. Marry, Sir, in her buttocks, I found it out by the bogs. S. Ant. Where Scotland? S. Dro. I found it out by the barrenness, hard in the palm of her hand. 8 S. Ant. Where France? S. Dro. what he means, by France making War against her Heir. Now as, in 1591, Queen Elizabeth fent over 4000 Men, under the Conduct of the Earl of Effex, to the Affiftance of this Henry of Navarre; it feems to me very probable, that during this Expedition being on foot, this Comedy made its Appearance. And it it was the finest Addrefs imaginable in the Poet to throw fuch an oblique Sneer at France, for oppofing the Succeffion of that Heir, whofe Claim his Royal Miftrefs, the Queen, had fent over a Force to establish, and oblige them to acknowledge. THEOBALD. With this correction and explication Dr. Warburton concurs, and Sir T. Hanmer thinks an equivocation intended, though he retains hair in the text. Yet furely they all have loft the fenfe by looking beyond it. Our authour, in my opinion, only sports with an allufion, in which he takes too much delight, and means that his miftrefs had the French difeafe. The ideas are rather too offenfive, 8 S. Ant. Where France? S. Dro. In her forehead: arm'd and reverted, making War against ber Hair.] All the other Countries, mention'd in this Defcription, are in Dromio's Replies fatirically characteriz'd: but here, as the Editors have order'd it, no Remark is made upon France; nor any Reafon given, why it fhould be in her Forehead: but only the Kitchin-wench's high Forehead is rallied, as pufhing back her Hair. Thus all the modern Editions; but the first Folio reads making War against her Heir And I am very apt to think, this laft is the true Reading; and that an Equivoque, as the French call it, a double Meaning, is defign'd in the Poet's Allufion: and therefore I have replaced it in the Text. In 1589, Henry III. of France being ftab'd, and dying of his Wound, was fucceeded by Henry IV. of Navarre, whom he appointed his Succeffor; but whole Claim the States of France refifted, on accont of his being a Proteftant. This, I take it, is S. Dro. In her forehead; arm'd and reverted, mak ing war against her hair. S. Ant. Where England? S. Dro. I look'd for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it ftood in her chin, by the falt rheum that ran between France and it, S. Ant. Where Spain? S. Dro. Faith, I faw it not, but I felt it hot in her breath. S. Ant. Where America, the Indies? S. Dro. Oh, Sir, upon her nofe, all o'er embellish'd with rubies, carbuncles, fapphires; declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who fent whole armadoes of carracts to be ballaft at her nose. S. Ant. Where ftood Belgia, the Netherlands? 9 S. Dro. Oh, Sir, I did not look fo low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me Dromio, fwore I was affur'd to her, told me what privy marks I had about me, as the marks of my fhoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amaz'd, ran from her as a witch. 1 And, I think, if my breaft had not been made of faith, be dilated. By a forehead armed, he means covered with incrufted eruptions; by reverted, he means having the hair turning backward. An equivocal word mufthave fenfes applicable toboth the fubjects to which it is applied. Both Forehead and France might in fome fort make war against their hair, but how did the forebead make war against its heir? The fenfe which I have given immediately occurred to me, and will, I believe, arife to every reader, who is contented with the meaning that lies before him, without fending our conjecture in fearch of refinements. faith, and my heart of steel, she had transform'd me to a curtal dog, and made me turn i'th' wheel. S. Ant. Go, hie thee presently; poft to the road; And if the wind blow any way from fhore, I will not harbour in this town to night. If any bark put forth, come to the mart; Where I will walk, 'till thou return to me: If every one know us, and we know none, 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone. S. Dro. As from a bear a man would run for life, So fly I from her that would be wife. [Exit, my SCENE IV. S. Ant. There's none but witches do inhabit here; And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence : She, that doth call me husband, even my foul Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair fifter, Poffeft with fuch a gentle fovereign grace, Of fuch inchanting prefence and difcourfe, Hath almoft made me traitor to myself: But left myself be guilty of felf-wrong, I'll ftop mine ears against the mermaid's fong. Enter Angelo, with a Chain. Ang. Mafter Antipholis, S. Ant. Ay, that's my name. Ang. I know it well, Sir; lo, here is the chain; I thought t' have ta'en you at the Porcupine; The chain, unfinish'd, made me ftay thus long. S. Ant. What is your will, that I fhall do with this? Ang. What please yourself, Sir; I have made it for you. St. Ant. Made it for me, Sir! I bespoke it not. however the Oxford Editor thinks curity, and has therefore put it a breaft made of fiint, better fe- in. WARBURTON. Ang. Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have: Go home with it, and please your wife withal; S. Ant. I pray you, Sir, receive the mony now; [Exit. S. Ant. What I fhould think of this, I cannot tell; But this I think, there's no man is so vain, That would refufe fo fair an offer'd chain. I fee, a man here needs not live by fhifts. When in the streets he meets fuch golden gifts: I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay; If any fhip put out, then ftrait awaay. [Exit. ACT IV. SCENE I. The STREET. Enter a Merchant, Angelo, and an Officer. MERCHANT. You U know, fince Pentecoft the fum is due; Ang. Ev'n juft the fum, that I do owe to you, I fhall I fhall receive the mony for the same : Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, and Dromio of Ephesus, as from the Courtezan's. Offi. That labour you may fave: fee where he comes: E. Ant. While I go to the goldfmith's house, go thou And buy a rope's end; that I will bestow E. Dro. I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy a Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note, E. Ant. I am not furnish'd with the present mony; Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourself? Ang. |