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Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
Ang. This touches me in reputation:
Ant E. Consent to pay thee that I never had !
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer:-
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?
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:
Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
[Exeunt Mer., ANG., Off., and Ant. E.
Thither I must, although against my will,
SCENE II.—The same.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.
Look'd he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
Luc. First, he denied you had him in no right.
And what said he?
Luc. With words that in an honest suit might move.
Have patience, I beseech.
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:
Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
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;
[case. Dro. S. I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the 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 money in
the desk? Adr. Go fetch it, sister.—This I wonder at, [Exit Luc. 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.
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 press'd down with conceit; Conceit my comfort and my injury.
SCENE III.—The same.
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.
Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
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.
Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: 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. 8. 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
Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?
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 Courtezan.
Ant. S. Satan, avoid ! I charge thee, tempt me not!
Ant. S. It is the devil.
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. Š. Why, Dromio?
Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. Ant. 8. Avoid then, fiend! what tell’st thou me of
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail,
Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain:
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go. Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Mistress, that you know.
[Exeunt ANT. S. and DRO. S. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, Dlse would he never so demean himself: A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, And for the same he promis'd me a chain; Both one and other he denies me now: The reason that I gather he is mad, Besides this present instance of his rage,Is a niad tale he told to-day at dinner, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits, On purpose shut the doors against his way. My way is now to hie home to his house, And tell his wife that, being lunatic,