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SCENE II.

Enter Dromio Syra. from the bay.

S. Dro. Mafter, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That stays but 'till her owner comes aboard;
Then, fir, fhe bears away. Our fraughtage, fir,
I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The oil, the balfamum, and aqua-vitæ.
The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land; they stay for nought at all,
But for their owner, mafter, and yourself.

E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

S. Dro. A fhip you sent me to, to hire waftage.

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

S. Dro. You fent me for a rope's-end as foon:
You fent me to the bay, fir, for a bark.

E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leifure,
And teach your ears to lift me with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie 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, flave; be gone:
On, officer, to prison, 'till it come.

S. Dro. To Adriana! that is where we din'd,
Where Dowfabel did claim me for her husband;
She is too big, I hope, for me to compafs.
Thither I muft, although against my will,
For fervants muft their masters minds fulfil.

[Exeunt.

Exit.

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SCENE III.

E. Antipholis's Houfe.

Enter Adriana, and Luciana.

H, Luciana, did he

tempt thee fo?

Adr. Might it thou perceive aufterely in his eye

That he did plead in earnest, yea, or no?
Look'd he or red or pale, or fad or merrily?
What obfervation mad'ft thou in this cafe,
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?

Luc. First, he deny'd you had in him a right.

Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my fpite.
Luc. Then fwore he that he was a ftranger here.

Adr. And true he fwore, though yet forfworn he were.
Luc. Then pleaded I for you.

Adr. And what faid he?

Luc. That love I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me.
Adr. With what perfuafion did he tempt thy love?
Luc. With words that in an honeft fuit might move.
First, he did praise my beauty, then, my speech.
Adr. Did't speak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I beseech.

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
My tongue, though not my heart, fhall have its will.
He is deformed, crooked, old and fere,

Ill-fac'd, worfe-body'd, fhapeless 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 loft is wail'd, when it is gone.

Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I say,
And yet would he in others eyes were worse!

Far from her neft the lapwing cries away;

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.

SCENE

SCENE IV.

Enter S. Dromio.

S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, the purse; sweet now, make haste. Luc. How haft thou lost thy breath?

S. Dro. By running fast.

Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?

S. Dro. No; he's in Tartar Limbo, worse than hell;

A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,

One whofe hard heart is button'd up with steel:

A fiend, a fury, pitilefs, and rough,

A wolf, nay, worfe, a fellow all in buff;

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that commands
The paffages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;

A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well;
One that before the judgment carries poor fouls to hell.
Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

S. Dro. I do not know the matter; he is 'refted on the case.
Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose fuit?

S. Dro. I know not at whose fuit he is arrested; but he's in a fuit of buff which 'rested him, that I can tell. Will you fend him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?

Adr. Go, fetch it, fifter. This I wonder at, That he, unknown to me, fhould be in debt. Tell me, was he arrefted on a bond?

S. Dro. Not on a bond, but on a stronger thing;

A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring?

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Adr. What, the chain?

[Exit Luc.

S. Dro. No, no; the bell; 'tis time that I were gone.*

that I were gone.

It was two ere I left him, and now the clock ftrikes one.

Adr. The hours come back? that I did never hear.

S. Dro. O yes, if any hour meet a ferjeant, it turns back for very fear.

Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly doft thou reason!

S. Dro. Time is a very bankrout, and owes more than he's worth.

Nay, he's a thief too; have you not heard men say,

That time comes ftealing on by night and day?

If time be in debt, and theft, and a ferjeant in the way,

Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

Enter, &c.

Enter

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight,
And bring thy master home immediately.
Come, fister, I am prefs'd down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

[Exeunt.

S. Ant.

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SCENE V.

The Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracuse.

HERE's not a man I meet but doth falute me,
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;

And every one doth call me by my name.

Some tender money to me, fome invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy.

Ev'n now a tailor call'd me in his shop,

And show'd me filks that he had bought for me,
And, therewithal, took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,

And Lapland forcerers inhabit here.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

S. Dro. Master, here's the gold you fent me for; what, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new apparel'd? *

S. Ant. What gold is this? what Adam doft thou mean? S. Dro. Not that Adam that kept the paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calves-skin that was kill'd for the prodigal; he that came behind you, fir, like an evil angel, and bid you forfake your liberty.

S. Ant. I understand thee not!

Alluding to the coat of skins made for Adam after the fall, and the leathern coat worn by the officer who made the arreft.

S. Dro.

S. Dro. No? why, 'tis a plain cafe; he that went like a baseviol in a cafe of leather; the man, fir, that when gentlemen are tired gives them a bob, and *refts them; he, fir, that takes pity on decay'd men, and gives them fuits of durance; he that fets up his 'reft to do more exploits with his mace, than a Maurice-pike. S. Ant. What! thou mean'ft an officer.

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S. Dro. Ay, fir, the ferjeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that breaks his bond; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and faith, god give you good rest! S. Ant. Well, fir, there reft in your foolery.

Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?

S. Dro. Why, fir, I brought you word an hour fince, that the bark Expedition puts forth to-night; and then were you hinder'd by the ferjeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay; here are the angels that you fent for, to deliver you.

S. Ant. The fellow is diftract, and fo am I,

And here we wander in illufions;

Some bleffed power deliver us from hence!

SCENE VI.

Enter a Courtezan.

Cour. Well met, well met, mafter Antipholis.

I fee, fir, you have found the goldsmith now:

Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?

time:

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S. Ant. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me not.

In refts and rest is intended a quibble for arrefts and arrest.

Alluding to the pike-men in prince Maurice's army, which were a famous body of foldiers at that

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S. Dro. Master, is this mistress Satan?

S. Ant. It is the devil.

S. Dro. Nay, fhe is worse, fhe's the devil's dam; and here fhe comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes that the wenches fay, god dam me, that's as much as to fay, 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, fir.

Will you go with me, we'll mend our dinner here?

S. Dro. Mafter, if you do, expect fpoon-meat; befpeak a long spoon.

S. Ant. Why, Dromio?

S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long spoon that muft eat with the devil.

S. Ant.

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