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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.

Exeunt.

S. Dro. To Adriana! that is where we din'd, Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband; She is too big, I hope, for me to compals. Thither I must, altho' against my will,

For fervants must their master's minds fulfil.

[Exit.

SCENE III.

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

Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo?
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 obfervation mad'st thou in this cafe,
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face 2?

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

fpight.

Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. Adr. And true he swore, 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 honest fuit might move.

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First, he did praise my beauty, then my fpeech.

Adr. Did'it speak him fair ?
Luc. Have patience, I beseech.

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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 * fere, Ill-fac'd, worse-body'd, 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 loft 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 :

For from her neft the lapwing cries away;

My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curse.

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Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

S. Dro. Here, go: the desk, the purse; sweet now make hafte.

Luc. How haft thou lost thy breath?
S. Dro. By running faft.

Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
S. Dro. 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 rough3,

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

Sere, that is, dry, withered. † Stigmatical in making) That is, marked or fligmatized by nature with deformity, as a token of his vicious disposition.

3 A Fiend, a Fairy, pitilfs and rough,] Dromio here bringing word in hafte that his Master is arrested, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Detestation of fuch

a Creature, such as, a Devil, a Fiend, a Wolf, &c. But how does Fairy come up to these terrible Ideas? We should reada Fiend, a Fury, &c. THEOB.

Mr. Throbald feems to have forgotten that there were fairies like bobgoblins, pitilefs and rough, and described as malevolent and mischievous His emendation is, however, plaufible.

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A back-friend, a shoulder-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 'rested on
the cafe.

Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose suit? S. Dro. I know not at whose fuit he is arrested, well; but he's in a fuit of buff, which 'rested him, that I can tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mony in his desk ?

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

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[Exit Luciana.

That he, unknown to me, should 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 strikes 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 season.

Nay, he's a thief too; have you not heard men say,

That time comes stealing

* A bound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well; To run counter, is to run backward, by mistaking the course of the animal pursued; to draw dry foot is, I believe, to pursue by the track or prick of the foot; to run counter and draw dry foot well are, therefore, inconfiftent.

on by night and day ?
The jest consists in the ambiguity
of the word counter, which means
the wrong way in the chafe, and
a prison in London. The officer
that arrested him was a ferjeant
of the counter. For the con-
gruity of this jest with the Scene
of action, let our author an-
swer.

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

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the mony, bear it strait,
And bring thy master home immediately.
Come, sister, I am prest down with conceit;

Conceit, my comfort and my injury. [Exeunt.

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SCENEV.
Changes to the Street.

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 kindnesses;
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 fors what, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'd?

4 What, have you got the Picture of old Adam new apparelli'd?] A short Word or two must have Aipt out here, by some Accident in copying, or at Press; otherwife 1 have no conception of the meaning of the Passage. The Cafe is this. Dromio's Master had been arrested, and sent his VOL. IH.

S. Ant.

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

S. Dro. Not that Adam, that keeps the paradise; but that Adam, that keeps the prison; 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 forsake your liberty.

S. Ant. I understand thee not.

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S. Dro. No? why, 'tis a plain cafe. 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 decay'd men, and gives 'em suits of durance; he, that sets up his

What, bave you got rid of the Picture of old Adam nero appa

reft

rell'd?

For so have I ventur'd to supply, by Conjecture. But why is the Officer call'd old Adam new apparell'd? The Allusion 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-skin, as the Author humorously a little lower calls it.

THEOBALD.

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

s be, that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a MORRIS-pike.] Sets up his Reft, is a phrase taken from military exercise. When gunpowder was first invented, its force was very weak compared to that in present use. This necessarily required fire-arms to be of an ex

traordinary length. As the artists improved the strength of their powder, the foldiers proportionably shortned their arms and artillery; so that the cannon which Froissart tells us was once fifty foot long, was contracted to less than ten. This proportion likewise held in their muskets, so that, till the middle of the last century, the musketeers always supported their pieces when they gave fire, with a Reft stuck before them into the ground, which they called Setting up their Reft, and is here alluded to. There is another quibbling allusion too to the serjeant's office of arresting. But what moft wants animadversion is the morris-pike, which is without meaning, impertinent to the sense, and false 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

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