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The street.
Re-enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuse from ANTIPHOLIS of Ephesus' House, meeting ANGELO with a bracelet.
Angelo
Master Antipholus!
An. of Syr.
Ay, that's my name.
Angelo.
I know it well, sir. -Lo here is the bracelet;
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine,
It being unfinish'd, made my stay thus long.
An. of Syr.
What is your will that I should do with this?
Angelo.
Ev'n what you please, sir, -I have made it for you.
An. of Syr.
Made it for me, sir! I never once bespoke it.
Angelo.
Not once, not twice, but twenty times you have.
Go home with it and please your wife withal.
About your supper time I'll visit you,
And then recieve my money for the bracelet.
An. of Syr.
I pray you, sir, since you will force it on me,
Receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see that or jewel more.
Angelo.
You are a merry man, sir -fare you well.
Exit.
An. of Syr.
Wonder on wonder rises every moment!
What I should think of this I cannot tell;
However strange, here on my arm I'll wear it
Preserve it safe, as fortune's happy pledge.
Oft' as it strikes my eye, I'll heave a sigh,
And say, the self-same hour that gave thee to me,
Gave me to gaze on Luciana's eyes -
So will I make a profit of a chance,
And treasure up a comfort in affliction.
Unwillingly I go -my wounded soul,
(Howe'er from Ephesus my body part)
Lingers behind in Luciana's heart.
Exit.
Re-enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracuse from ANTIPHOLIS of Ephesus' House, meeting ANGELO with a bracelet.
Angelo
Master Antipholus!
An. of Syr.
Ay, that's my name.
Angelo.
I know it well, sir. -Lo here is the bracelet;
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine,
It being unfinish'd, made my stay thus long.
An. of Syr.
What is your will that I should do with this?
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Angelo.
Ev'n what you please, sir, -I have made it for you.
An. of Syr.
Made it for me, sir! I never once bespoke it.
Angelo.
Not once, not twice, but twenty times you have.
Go home with it and please your wife withal.
About your supper time I'll visit you,
And then recieve my money for the bracelet.
An. of Syr.
I pray you, sir, since you will force it on me,
Receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see that or jewel more.
Angelo.
You are a merry man, sir -fare you well.
Exit.
An. of Syr.
Wonder on wonder rises every moment!
What I should think of this I cannot tell;
However strange, here on my arm I'll wear it
Preserve it safe, as fortune's happy pledge.
Oft' as it strikes my eye, I'll heave a sigh,
And say, the self-same hour that gave thee to me,
Gave me to gaze on Luciana's eyes -
So will I make a profit of a chance,
And treasure up a comfort in affliction.
Unwillingly I go -my wounded soul,
(Howe'er from Ephesus my body part)
Lingers behind in Luciana's heart.
Exit.
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