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Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope ; And told thee to what purpose and what end.

Dro. S. You sent me, for a rope's end as soon. You sent me to the bay, sir, for å bark.

Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to list me with more heed. To Adriana, villain, bie thee straight. Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk, That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry, There is a purse of ducats. Let her send it; Tell her, I am arrested in the street, And that shall bail me. Hie thee, slave;. be

gone. On, officer, to prison till it come.

[Exeunt Mer. Ang. Officer, and Ant. E. Dro, S. TO Adriana ! that is where we din'd, Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband.She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Thither I must, although against my will, For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Exit.

SCENE II. The same.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.

Adriana.
AH, Tuciana, did he tempt thee so?

Might'st 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 mad'st thou in this case,
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
Luc. Then pleaded I for you.
Adr.

And what said he ? Luc. That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me.

were.

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.

Adr. Did'st 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-fac’d, worse-bodied, shapeless every where;
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,

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

mistress, now make haste. Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath ? Dro, S.

By running fast. Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?

Dro. S. No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell: A devil in an everlasting garment hath him, * One, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; A fiend, a fury, 10 pitiless and rough; A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that counter

mands The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot

well; One that, before the judgement, carries poor souls to

hell. Adr. Why, man, what is the matter? Dro. S. I do not know the matter; he is ’rested on

*

Adr. What! is he arrested? tell me, at whose suit.

Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested well; But is in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that can I

tell : Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money

in his desk? Adr. Go, fetch it, sister.—This I wonder at;

[Exit LUCIANA. That he, unknown to me should be in debt. Tell me, was he arrested on a band ?

Dro. S. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?

Adr. What, the chain?
Dro. S. No,

no, the bell; 'tis time, that I were gone. It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.

Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear. Dro. S. Oh yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, a'turns

back for very fear. Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou

reason! Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more

than he's worth to season; Nay, he's a thief too. Have you not heard men say, That time comes stealing on by night and by day? If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in the way, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

Enter LUCIANA. Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it

straight; And bring thy master home immediately. Come, sister. am press'd down with conceit;

Conceit, my comfort, and my injury, [Exeunt.

SCENE III. A Public Place.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Antipholus of Syracuse.
T THERE'S not a man I meet but doth salute me,

As if I were their well acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me, some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy.
Even now a tailor callid me in his shop,
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And, therewithal, took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
And 'Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for.
What! have you got the picture of old Adam new
apparellid?

Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?

Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the Paradise, but that Adam, that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calf's skin that was kill'd for the Prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.

Ant. $. I understand thee not.

Dro. S. No! why, 'tis a plain case. He that went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob, and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a morris-pike.

Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer?

Dro, S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he, that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God give you good rest.

Ant. s. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?

Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night? and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you.

Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I;
And here we wander in illusions,
Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan.
Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now;
Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?

Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me not!
Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?
Ant. S. It is the Devil.
Dro. S. Nay, she is worse,

she is the Devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God damn me, that’s as much as to say, God make me a light wench. It is written, they appear to men like angels of light: light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.

Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir. Will you go with me? 'we'll mend our dinner here.

Dro. S. Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, and11 bespeak a long spoon.

Ant. S. Why, Dromio?

Dro S. Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell’st thou me of

supping ? Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress : I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.

Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,