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There is a purfe of ducats, let her fend it:

Tell her, I am arrefted in the street,

And that fhall bail me; hie thee, flave; be gone:
On, officer, to prifon 'till it come.

Exeunt.

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 compals. Thither I muft, altho' against my will,

For fervants must their mafter's minds full.

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Changes to E. Antipholis's House.
Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo?
Might'st thou perceive aufterely in his eye
That he did plead in earneft, 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 2?

[Exit.

Luc. First he deny'd.-You had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none, the more my fpight.

2

Luc. Then fwore he, that he was a stranger 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.

meteors tilting in his face? Alluding to thofe meteors in the fky which have the appearance of lines of armies meeting in the fhock. To this appearance he compares civil wars in another place.

Which, like the meteors of a

troubled heav'n,

All of one nature of one fubftance
bred,

Did lately meet in the inteftine
Shock

And furious clofe of civil butchery.
WARBURTON.

First,

First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
Adr. Did'it fpeak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I befeech.

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, worfe 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 fay, And yet, would herein others' eyes were worfe : For from her neft the lapwing cries away;

My heart prays

for him, tho' my tongue do curfe.

SCENE IV.

Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

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

Luc. How haft thou lost thy breath?

S. Dro. By running fast.

Adr. Where is thy mafter, Dromio? is he well? S. Dro. No, he's in Tartar Limbo, worfe than hell; A devil in an everlafting garment hath him, One, whofe hard heart is button'd up with steel: A fiend, a fairy, pitilefs and rough 3,

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

Sere, that is, dry, withered. + Stigmatical in making] That is, marked or figmatized by nature with deformity, as a token of his vicious difpofition.

3 A Fiend, a Fairy, pitifs and rough,] Dromio here bringing word in hafte that his Mailer is arrested, defcribes the Bailiff by Names proper to raife Horror and Deteftation of fuch

a Creature, fuch as, a Devil, a
Fiend, a Welf, &c. Eut how
does Fairy come up to thefe ter-
rible Ideas? We should read-
a Fiend, a Fury, &c. THEOB.

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Mr. Theobaldieems to have forgotten that there were fairies like bobgoblins, pitiless and rough, and defcribed as malevolent and mifchievous His emendation is, however, plaufible.

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

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

[Exit Luciana. That he, unknown to me, fhould 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?

* A bound that runs counter, and yet draws dry foot well;] To ran counter, is to run backward, by miftaking the courfe of the animal purfued; to draw dry foot is, I believe, to purfue by the track or prick of the foot; to run counter and draw dry foot well are, therefore, inconfiftent.

The jeft confifts in the ambiguity of the word counter, which means the wrong way in the chase, and a prifon in London. The officer that arrested him was a ferjeant of the counter. For the congruity of this jeft with the Scene of action, let our author anfwer.

If

If Time be in debt and theft, and a ferjeant in the way, Hath he not reafon to turn back an hour in the 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,

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Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

S. Ant. There'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 mony to me, fome invite me
Some other give me thanks for kindneffes;
Some offer me commodities to buy.
Even now a taylor 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 Syracufe.

S. Dro. Master, here's the gold you fent me for 3 what, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'd? S. Ant.

4 What, have you got the Picture of old Adam new apparell d?] A fhort Word or two must have flipt out here, by fome Accident in copying, or at Prefs; other wife I have no conception of the meaning of the Paffage. The Cafe is this. Dromio's Mafter had been arrested, and fent his VOL. II.

Servant home for Mony to redeem him: He running back with the Mony meets the Twin Antipholis, whom he mistakes for his Mafter, and feeing him clear of the Officer before the Mony was come, he cries in a Surprize;

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What,

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

S. Dro. Not that Adam, that keeps the paradife; but that Adam, that keeps the prifon; he that goes in the calves-skin, that was kill'd for the prodigal; he that came behind you, Sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forfake your liberty.

S. Ant. I understand thee not.

S. Dro. No? why, 'tis a plain cafe. He that went like a base-viol in a cafe of leather; the man, Sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and 'refts them; he, Sir, that takes pity on decay'd men, and gives 'em fuits of durance; he, that fets up his

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What, bave you got rid of the Picture of old Adam new apparell'd?

For fo have I ventur'd to fupply, by Conjecture. But why is the Officer call'd old Adam new apparell'd? The Allufion is to Adam in his State of Innocence going naked; and immediately after the Fall, being cloath'd in a Frock of Skins. Thus he was new apparell'd and, in like manner, the Sergeants of the Counter were formerly clad in Buff, or Calves-fkin, as the Author humorously a little lower calls it. THEOBALD.

The explanation is very good, but the text does not require to be amended.

she, that fets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a MORRIS-pike.] Sets up his Reft, is a phrafe taken from military exercise. When gunpowder was firft invented, its force was very weak compared to that in prefent use. This neceffarily required fire-arms to be of an ex

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traordinary length. As the artifts improved the strength of their powder, the foldiers proportionably fhortned their arms and artillery; fo that the cannon which Froiffart tells us was once fifty foot long, was contracted to lefs than ten. This proportion likewife held in their muskets; fo that, till the middle of the last century, the musketeers always fupported their pieces when they gave fire, with a Reft ftuck before them into the ground, which they called Setting up their Reft, and is here alluded to. There is another quibbling allufion too to the ferjeant's office of arrefting. But what most wants animadverfion is the morris-pike, which is without meaning, impertinent to the sense, and falfe in the allufion; no pike being used amongst the dancers fo called, or at least not fam'd for much execution. In a word, Shakespeare wrote,

a MAURICE-Pike, i.e. a Pikeman of Prince Mau rice's

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