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Enter DRomio of Syracuse. Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum, That stays,but till her owner comes aboard, And then, sir, bears away: our fraughtage, sir, I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought The oil, the balsamum, and aqua vitæ. The ship is in her trim; the merry
wind Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all, But for their owner, master, and yourself. 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 : You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to listen with more heed. To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight : Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry, 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 Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Ant. E. Dro. S. To Adriana; that is where he din'd, Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband :
She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
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 observation mad'st thou in this case, Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?
Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my
spite. 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
Adr. Did'st speak bim fair?
Have patience, I beseech.
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 sere 29, Ill-fac'd, worse-bodied, 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 lost 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: Far from her nest the lapwing cries away 3o;
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 31, and yet draws dry-foot
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 ariested,
well; But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that
can I tell: Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mo
ney in the desk? Adr. Go fetch it, sister.- This I wonder at,
[Erit Luciana. That he, unknown to me, should be in debt:Tell me, was be arrested on a band 32?
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?
gone. It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes
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,
way, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it
straight; And bring thy master home immediately.Come, sister; I am press'd down with cor.ceit;
Conceit, my comfort, and my injury. [Ereunt.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth sa
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;