The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08 — John Shaqi
The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08Dryden, John
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The works of John Dryden, now first collected in eighteen volumes. Volume 08
Dryden, John
English drama -- 17th century
_Amph._ To shut the door against me in my very face, to deny me
entrance, to brave me from the balcony, to laugh at me, to threaten
me! what proofs of innocence call you these? but if I punish not this
insolence----
[_Is going to beat him, and is held by_ POLIDAS
_and_ TRANIO.
I beg you, let me go.
_Sos._ I charge you, in the king's name, hold him fast; for you see
he's bloodily disposed.
_Grip._ Now, what hast thou to say for thyself, Sosia?
_Sos._ I say, in the first place, be sure you hold him, gentlemen; for
I shall never plead worth one farthing, while I am bodily afraid.
_Pol._ Speak boldly; I warrant thee.
_Sos._ Then if I may speak boldly, under my lord's favour, I do not
say he lies neither: no, I am too well bred for that; but his lordship
fibs most abominably.
_Amph._ Do you hear his impudence? yet will you let me go?
_Sos._ No impudence at all, my lord; for how could I, naturally
speaking, be in the balcony, and affronting you, when at the same time
I was in every street of Thebes, inviting these gentlemen to dinner?
_Grip._ Hold a little:--How long since was it that he spoke to you from
the said balcony?
_Amph._ Just now; not a minute before he brought you hither.
_Sos._ Now speak, my witnesses.
_Grip._ I can answer for him for this last half hour.
_Pol._ And I.
_Tran._ And I.
_Sos._ Now judge equitably, gentlemen, whether I was not a civil
well-bred person, to tell my lord he fibs only?
_Amph._ Who gave you that order, to invite them?
_Sos._ He that best might,--yourself: By the same token, you bid old
Bromia provide an' 'twere for a god, and I put in for a brace, or a
leash;--no, now I think on't, it was for ten couple of gods, to make
sure of plenty.
_Amph._ When did I give thee this pretended commission?
_Sos._ Why, you gave me this pretended commission, when you were just
ready to give my lady the fiddles, and a dance; in order, as I suppose,
to your second bedding.
_Amph._ Where, in what place, did I give this order?
_Sos._ Here, in this place, in the presence of this very door, and of
that balcony; and, if they could speak, they would both justify it.
_Amph._ O, heaven! These accidents are so surprising, the more I think
of them, the more I am lost in my imagination.
_Grip._ Nay, he has told us some passages, as he came along, that seem
to surpass the power of nature.
_Sos._ What think you now, my lord, of a certain twin-brother of
mine, called Sosia? 'Tis a sly youth: pray heaven, you have not just
such another relation within doors, called Amphitryon. It may be it
was he that put upon me, in your likeness; and perhaps he may have
put something upon your lordship too, that may weigh heavy upon the
forehead.
Amph. [_To those who hold him._] Let me go; Sosia may be innocent, and
I will not hurt him. Open the door, I'll resolve my doubts immediately.
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