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Mer. The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, despatch. Ang. You hear how he importunes me; the chain – Ant. E. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your money. Ang. Come, come, you know I gave it you even now; Either send the chain, or send me by some token.
Ant. E. Fie! now you run this humor out of breath. Come, where's the chain? I pray you let me see it.
Mer. My business, cannot brook this dalliance.
Ant. E. I answer you! what should I answer you?
Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it.
Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
Ang. This touches me in reputation.
Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had ! Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer. I would not spare my brother in this case, If he should scorn me so apparently.
Off. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit.
Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee bail ;
Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus,
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
Ant. E. How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
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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 for a rope's end as soon;
Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
[Exeunt MER., ANG., Officer, and ANT.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye
Looked he or red, or pale'; or sad, or merrily?
Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right.
And what said he ? Luc. That love I begged for you, he begged of me. 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?
Have patience, I beseech.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
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 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.
Adr. Why, man, what is the matter ?
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.
Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear.
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.
And bring thy master home immediately.Come, sister; I am pressed down with conceit; Conceit, my comfort, and my injury.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. 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 called me in his shop, And showed 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 apparelled ?
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 killed for the prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.
Ant. S. I understand thee not.
He that went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, 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 begone ?
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;
Enter a Courtesan.
Ant. S. Satan, avoid ! I charge thee, tempt me not.
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, or 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, Or, for my diamond, the chain you promised; And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, A nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous, Would have a chain.