S. Dro. I know not at whofe fuit he is arrested,

well;

But he's in a fuit of buff, which 'refted him, that I can tell :

Vill youfend him, mistress, redemption, the money 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 band?

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

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 feason.

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 LUCIANA.

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

And bring thy mafter home immediately.Come, fifter: I am prefs'd down with conceit; Conceit, my comfort, and my injury. [Exeunt,

SCENE

SCENE III. The Street.

Enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracufe.

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S. Ant. There's not a man I meet, but doth falut 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 fhow'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 What, have you got the picture of old Adam nev apparell'd?

S. Ant. What gold is this? What Adam doft thot

mean?

S. Dro. Not that Adam, that kept the paradife but that Adam that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calves-fkin 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.

S. Dro. No? why, it is a plain cafe: he that went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, fir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and 'refts them; he, fir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives 'em fuits of durance; he that fets up his reft to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris pike.

S. Ant.

S. Ant. What! thou mean'ft an officer?

S. Dro. Ay, fir, the ferjeant of the band: he, that brings any man to anfwer it, that breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and faith, God give you good reft.

S. Ant. Well, fir, there reft in your foolery. Is there

Any fhips put forth to-night? may we be gone?

S. Dro. Why, fir, I brought you word an hour fince, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were you hindered 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 so am I; And here we wander in illufions:

Some bleffed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan.

Cour. Well met, well met, mafter Antipholis I fee, fir, you have found the goldfmith now: Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day?

S. Ant. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me S. Dro. Mafter, is this miftrefs Satan? [not!

S. Ant. It is the devil,

S. Dro. Nay, he's worfe, fhe's the devil's dam; and here fhe comes in the habit of a light wench: and therefore comes, that the wenches fay, God damn 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. Yourmanand you are marvellous merry, fir. Will you go with me? we'll mend our dinner here.

S. Dre

S. Dro. Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, o bespeak a long spoon.

S. Ant. Why, Dromio?

S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long fpoon, tha muft eat with the devil.

S. Ant. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'ft thou me Thou art, as you are all, a forcerefs: [fupping I conjure thee to leave me, and begone.

Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinne
Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd;
And I'll be gone, fir, and not trouble you.
S. Dro. Some devils

Afk but the paring of one's nail, a rush,
A hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut,
A cherry-ftone; but fhe, more covetous,
Would have a chain.

Mafter, be wife; an' if you give it her,
The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it.
Cour. I pray you, fir, my ring, or elfe the chain;
I hope you do not mean to cheat me fo?

S. Ant. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio,

let us go.

S. Dro. Fly pride, fays the peacock: Miftrefs, that you know. [Exeunt ANT. and DRO. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholis is mad, Elfe would he never fo demean himself: A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, And for the fame he promis'd me a chain; Both one and other, he denies me now. The reafon that I gather he is mad, (Befides this prefent inftance of his rage) Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner,

Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,

On

On purpose fhut the doors against his way.
My way is now to hie home to his home,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
He ruth'd into my house and took perforce
My ring away: This courfe I fittest chufe;
For forty ducats is too much to lose.

SCENE IV. The Street.

[Exit.

Enter ANTIPHOLIS of EPHESUS, with a Jailor. E. Ant. Fear me not, man, I will not break away; I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, fo much money To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for. My wife is in a wayward mood to-day; And will not lightly truft the meffenger, That I fhould be attach'd in Ephefus; I tell you, 'twill found harthly in her ears.

Enter DROMIO of Ephefus with a Rope's-End. Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money. How now, fir? have you that I fent you for? E. Dro. Here's that, I warrant you will pay them E. Ant. But where's the money?

[all. E. Dro. Why, fir, I gave the money for the rope. E. Ant. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope? E. Dro. I'll ferve you, fir, five hundred at the rate. E. Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? E.Dro. To a rope's end, fir; and to that end am I return'd.

E. Ant. And to that end, fir, I will welcome [Beats DROMIO.

you.

Offi. Good fir, be patient.

E. Dro. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in

adverfity.