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Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum, That stays.but till her owner comes aboard, And then, sir, bears away: Our fraughtage, sir, I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought The oil, the balsamum, and


vitæ. The ship is in her trim; the merry wind Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all, But for their owner, master, and yourself. Ant. E. How now! a madman! Why thou peevish

sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

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

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, sir, for a rope's-end as soon : You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to listen 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, slave; be gone. On, officer, to prison till it come.

[Ereunt Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Ant. E. Dro. S. To Adriana; that is where he 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.


The same.

Enter ADRIANA and Luciana.
Adr. Ah, Luciana, 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.

And what said he? Luc. That love I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me. Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might


First, he did praise my beauty; then, my speech.

Adr. Did'st speak him fair?

Have patience, I beseech.

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, shall have its will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere 29, 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 30;

My heart prays for him, though my tongue do


Enter Dromio of Syracuse. Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse; sweet 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 fairy, pitiless and rough; A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that counOne that, before the judgment, carries poor souls to

termands The passages of allies, creeks, and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter 31, and yet draws dry-foot


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

on the case. Adr. What, is he arrested ? tell me, at whose suit. Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested,

well; But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that

can I tell: Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mo

ney in the 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 32 ?

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


Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear. Dro. S. O yes,


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 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?


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

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

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


The same.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth sa

lute 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 call'd 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.

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