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Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn
he were. Luc. Then pleaded I for you. Adr.
And what said he? Luc. That love I begg’d for you, he begg‘d of me. Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love? Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might
First, he did praise my beauty; then, my speech.
Adr. Did'st speak him fair?
Have patience, I beseech.
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one? No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone. Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I
say, And yet would herein others'
worse: Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do
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: A devil in an everlasting garment hath him, One, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that coun
termands The passages of allies, creeks, and narrow lands; A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot
well; One that, before the judgment, carries poor souls
to hell. Adr. Why, man, what is the matter? Dro. S. I do not know the matter; he is 'rested
on the case. 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 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. It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes
one. Adr. The hours come back! that did I never
hear. Dro. S. O yes, If 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. Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say, That time comes stealing on by night and day? If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in the
way, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it
Enter Antipholus of Syracuse. Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth sa
lute 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; So'ne other give me thanks for kindnesses; Some offer me commodities to buy: Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop, And show'd 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 appareld? 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 kill'd 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 'em 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 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. Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus. I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now: Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day? Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me
not! Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan? Ant. S. It is the devil.