Belike, you thought, our love would last too long
If it were chain'd together; therefore came not.
Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note,
How much your chain weighs to the utmost carrat;
The fineness of the gold, the chargeful fashion;
Which do amount to three odd ducats more,
Than I ftand debted to this gentleman;

I pray you, fee him prefently discharg'd;
For he is bound to fea, and stays but for it.

E. Ant. I am not furnish'd with the present mony:
Befides, I have fome bufinefs in the town;
Good Signior, take the ftranger to my house,
And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
Disburse the fum on the receipt thereof;
Perchance, I will be there as foon as you.

Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourfelf? E. Ant. No; bear it with you, left I come not time enough.

Ang. Well, Sir, I will: have you the chain about you?

E. Ant. An if I have not, Sir, I hope, you have: Or else you may return without your mony.

Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, Sir, give me the chain;
Both wind and tide ftay for this gentleman;
And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
E. Ant. Good lord, you use this dalliance to excufe
Your breach of promife to the Porcupine:

I fhould have chid you for not bringing it;
But, like a fhrew, you firft begin to brawl.

Mer. The hour fteals on; I pray you, Sir, dispatch.
Ang. You hear, how he importunes me; the chain-
E. Ant. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your

mony.

Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you ev'n now. Or fend the chain, or fend me by fome token.

E. Ant. Fie, now you run this humour out of breath Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me fee it. Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance: Good Sir, fay, whe'r you'll answer me, or no; If not, I'll leave him to the officer.

E. Ant

E. Ant. I anfwer you? why should I answer you?
Ang. The mony that you owe me for the chain.
E. Ant. I owe you none, 'till I receive the chain.
Ang. You know, I gave it you half an hour fince.
E. Ant. You gave me none; you wrong me much to
fay fo.

Ang. You wrong me more, Sir, in denying it;
Confider, how it stands upon my credit.

Mer. Well, officer, arreft him at my fuit.

Offi. I do, and charge you in the Duke's name to obey me.

Ang. This touches me in reputation. Either confent to pay the fum for me, Or I attach you by this officer.

E. Ant. Confent to pay for that I never had!
Arreft me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'ft.

Ang. Here is thy fee, arrest him, officer;
I would not spare my brother in this cafe,
If he fhould fcorn me fo apparently.

Offi. I do arreft you, Sir; you hear the fuit.
E. Ant. I do obey thee, 'till I give thee bail.
But, Sirrah, you shall buy this fport as dear
As all the metal in your fhop will answer.
Ang. Sir, Sir, I fhall have law in Ephefus,
your notorious shame, I doubt it not,

To

Enter Dromio of Syracufe, from the Bay:
S. Dro. Mafter, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That stays but till her owner comes aboard;
Then, Sir, fhe bears away. Our fraughtage, Sir,
I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The Oyl, the Balsamum, and Aqua-vita.

The fhip is in her trim; the

merry

wind

Blows fair from land; they ftay for nought at all,
But for their owner, mafter, and yourself.

E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish
fheep,

What fhip of Epidamnum ftays for me?

S. Dro. A fhip you fent me to, to hire waftage.
E. Ant. Thou drunken flave, I fent thee for a rope;

And

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, Sir, for a bark.

E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
And teach your ears to lift me with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie thee ftrait,
Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
There is a purfe of ducats, let her send it:
Tell her, I am arrested in the street.
And that shall bail me; hie thee, flave; be
On, officer, to prifon 'till it come.

gone:
[Exeunt.

S. Dro. To Adriana! that is where we din'd, Where Doufabel did claim me for her husband She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Thither I muft, altho' against my will, For fervants must their masters' minds fulfil. SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's House. Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adr.

[Exit.

H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo? Might'ft thou perceive aufterely in his eye That de did plead in earnest, yea or no? Look'd he or red or pale, or fad or merrily? What obfervation mad'st thou in this cafe, Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face? Luc. Firft he deny'd, you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none, the more my spight. Luc. Then fwore he, that he was a ftranger here. Adr. And true he swore, 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. Firft, he did praife my beauty, then my speech. Adr, Did'it fpeak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I beseech.

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me ftill;
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have its will.
He is deformed, crooked, old and fere,
I'll-fac'd, worse body'd, fhapelefs every where;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

Luc. Who would be jealous then of fuch 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 herein others' eyes were worfe:

Far from her neft the lapwing cries away;

My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curse.
Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, the purfe; fweet now, make hafte.

Luc. How haft thou loft thy breath?

S. Dro. By running faft.

Adr. Where is thy mafter, 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, (14)

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

A back friend, a fhoulder-clapper, one that commands
The paffages of allies, 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.

(14) A Fiend, a Fairy, pitiless and rougb.] Dromio here bringing Word in hafte that his Mafter is arrested, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Deteftation of fuch a Creature, fuch as, a Devil, a Fiend, a Wolf, &c. But how does Fairy come up to these terrible Ideas? Or with what Propriety can it be used here? Does he mean, that a Bailiff is like a Fairy in ftealing away his Mafter? The trueft Believers of thofe little Phantoms never pretended to think, that they stole any thing but Children. Certainly, it will fort better in Senfe with the other Names annex'd, as well as the Character of a Catch-pole, to conclude that the Poet wrote;. a Fiend, a Fury, &c.

Adr.

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

S. Dro. I do not know the matter; he is 'refted on the cafe.

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

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

Adr. Go fetch it, fifter. This I wonder at,

[Exit Luciana. That he, unknown to me, should be in debt! Tell me, was he arrested on a bond?

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

Adr. What, the chain?

S. Dro. No, no; the bell; 'tis time 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, a' turns back for very fear.

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

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

Nay, he's a thief too; have you not heard men fay,
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 Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the mony, bear it ftrait,
And bring thy mafter home immediately.

Come, fifter, I am preft down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

[Exeunt.

SCENE