Page 1663 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Tell me, and dally not: where is the money?
We being strangers here, how dar’st thou trust [60]
So great a charge from thine own custody?

DROMIO E.

I pray you, jest, sir, as you sit at dinner.
I from my mistress come to you in post.
If I return I shall be post indeed,
For she will scour your fault upon my pate. [65]
Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock
And strike you home without a messenger.

ANTIPHOLUS S.

Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season.
Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee? [70]

DROMIO E.

To me, sir? Why, you gave no gold to me.

ANTIPHOLUS S.

Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
And tell me how thou hast dispos’d thy charge.

DROMIO E.

My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner. [75]
My mistress and her sister stays for you.

ANTIPHOLUS S.

Now, as I am a Christian, answer me
In what safe place you have bestowed my money,
Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
That stands on tricks when I am undisposed. [80]
Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?

DROMIO E.

I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
Some of my mistress’ marks upon my shoulders,
But not a thousand marks between you both.