8: _growing_] _owing_ Pope. 12: _Pleaseth you_] Ff. _Please you but_ Pope. _Please it you_ Anon. conj. 14: _may you_] F1 F2 F3. _you may_ F4. 17: _her_] Rowe. _their_ Ff. _these_ Collier MS. 26: _and_] om. Pope. 28: _carat_] Pope. _charect_ F1. _Raccat_ F2 F3 F4. _caract_ Collier. 29: _chargeful_] _charge for_ Anon. conj. 41: _time enough_] _in time_ Hanmer. 46: _stays_] _stay_ Pope. _this_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4. 47: _to blame_] F3. _too blame_ F1 F2 F4. 53: _the chain!_] Dyce. _the chain,_ Ff. _the chain--_ Johnson. 56: _Either_] _Or_ Pope. _me by_] _by me_ Heath conj. 60: _whether_] _whe’r_ Ff. _where_ Rowe. _if_ Pope. 62: _what_] F1. _why_ F2 F3 F4. 67: _more_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. 70: Printed as verse by Capell. 73: _this_] F1. _the_ F2 F3 F4. 74: _thee_] F1. om. F2 F3 F4. _for_ Rowe. 85: SCENE II. Pope. _there is_] Pope. _there’s_ Ff. 87: _And then, sir,_] F1. _Then, sir,_ F2 F3 F4. _And then_ Capell. _she_] om. Steevens. 88: _bought_] F1. _brought_ F2 F3 F4. 98: _You sent me_] _A rope! You sent me_ Capell. _You sent me, Sir,_ Steevens. _SCENE II. The house of _ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus_._ _Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA._ _Adr._ Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so? Mightst thou perceive austerely in his eye That he did plead in earnest? yea or no? Look’d he or red or pale, or sad or merrily? What observation madest thou, in this case, 5 Of his heart’s meteors tilting in his face? _Luc._ First he denied you had in him no right. _Adr._ He meant he did me none; the more my spite. _Luc._ Then swore he that he was a stranger here. _Adr._ And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were. 10 _Luc._ Then pleaded I for you. _Adr._ And what said he? _Luc._ That love I begg’d for you he begg’d of me. _Adr._ With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? _Luc._ With words that in an honest suit might move. First he did praise my beauty, then my speech. 15 _Adr._ Didst speak him fair? _Luc._ Have patience, I beseech. _Adr._ I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; 20 Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. _Luc._ Who would be jealous, then, of such a one? No evil lost is wail’d when it is gone. _Adr._ Ah, but I think him better than I say, 25 And yet would herein others’ eyes were worse. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away: My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. _Enter _DROMIO of Syracuse_._ _Dro. S._ Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste. _Luc._ How hast thou lost thy breath? _Dro. S._ By running fast. 30 _Adr._ Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?