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E. Dro. I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy

rope! [Exit Dromio. E. Ant. A man is well holp up, that trufts to you: I promised your prefence, and the chain;

But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me: Belike, you thought, our love would last too long If it were chain'd together; therefore came not.

Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note,
How much your chain weighs to the utmost carrat;
The fineness of the gold, the chargeful fashion;
Which do amount to three odd ducats more,
Than I ftand debted to this gentleman;

I pray you, fee him prefently discharg'd;
For he is bound to fea, and flays but for it.

E. Ant. I am not furnifh'd with the prefent money;
Befides, I have fome bufinefs in the town;
Good Signior, take the stranger to my house,
And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
Difburfe the fum on the receipt thereof;
Perchance, I will be there as foon as you.

Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourfelf?

E. Ant. No; bear it with you, left I come not time enough.

Ang. Well, Sir, I will: have you the chain about you?

E. Ant. An if I have not, Sir, I hope, you have: Or else you may return without your money.

Ang. Nay, come, I prey you, Sir, give me the chain;
Both wind and tide ftay for this gentleman;
And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
E. Ant. Good lord, you use this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promife to the Porcupine;

I fhould have chid you for not bringing it;
But, like a fhrew, you firft begin to brawl.me
Mer. The hour feals on; I pray you, Sir, difpatch.
Ang. You hear, how he importunes me; the

chain

E. Ant.

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E. Ant. Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your

money.

Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you, ev'n

now.

Or fend the chain, or fend me by fome token.

E. Ant. Fie, now you run this humour out of
breath:

Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me fee it.
Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance:
Good Sir, fay, whe'r you'll anfwer me, or no;
If not. I'll leave him to the officer.

E. Ant. I anfwer you? why fhould I answer you?
Ang. The money, that you owe me for the chain.
E. Ant. I owe you none, 'till I receive the chain.
Ang. You know, I gave it you half an hour fince.
E. Ant. You gave me none; you wrong me much
to say fo.

Ang. You wrong me more, Sir, in denying it;
Confider how it ftands upon my credit.

Mer. Well, officer, arreft him at my fuit.

Offi. I do, and charge you in the Duke's name to obey me.

Ang. This touches me in reputation. Either consent to pay the fum for me, Or I attach you by this officer.

E. Ant. Confent to pay for that I never had!
Arreft me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'ft.

Ang. Here is thy fee; arreft him, officer;
I would not fpare my brother in this cafe,
If he should fcorn me fo apparently.

Offi. I do arreft you, Sir; you hear the fuit.
E. Ant. I do obey thee, 'till I give thee bail.
But, firrah, you fhall buy this fport as dear
As all the metal in your fhop will answer.

Ang. Sir, Sir, I fhall have law in Ephefus,
To your notorious fhame, I doubt it not.

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S. Dro.

SCENE II.

Enter Dromio of Syracufe, from the Bay. TASTER, there is a bark of Epidamnum, owner comes That stays but till her owner comes aboard;

MATT Rays but all

Then, Sir, fhe bears away. Our fraughtage, Sir,
I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The Oil, the Balfamum, and Aqua-vita.
The fhip is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land; they ftay for nought at all,
But for their owner, mafter, and yourself.

E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish
fheep,

What fhip of Epidamnum ftays for me?

S. Dro. A fhip you fent me to, to hire waftage. E. Ant. Thou drunken flave, I fent thee for a rope; And told thee to what purpose, and what end. S. Dro. You fent me for a rope's-end as foon: You fent me to the bay, Sir, for a bark.

E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to lift me with more heed. To Adriana, villain, hie thee ftraight, Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry, There is a purfe of ducats, let her fend it: Tell her, I am arrested in the street, And that fhall bail me; hie thee, flave; be gone : On, officer, to prifon 'till it come.

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

For fervants muft their mafters' minds fulfil. [Exit.

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Adr.

SCENE III.

Changes to E. Antipholis's House.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

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H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo? Might'ft thou perceive aufterely in his That he did plead in earneft, yea or no? Look'd he or red or pale, or fad or merrily? What obfervation mad'ft thou in this cafe, Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face? Luc. Firft he deny'd, you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none, the more my fpight. Luc. Then fwore 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 honeft fuit might move. First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech. Adr. Did'ft speak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I befeech.

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me ftill; My tongue, though not my heart, fhall have its will. He is deformed, crooked, old and fere, I'll-fac'd, worse-body'd, fhaplefs every where; Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, Stigmatical in making, worfe in mind.

Luc. Who would be jealous then of fuch 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:

Far from her neft the lapwing cries away;

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

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SCENE IV.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

S. Dro. ERE, go; the defk, the purfe; fweet now, make hafte.

Luc. How haft thou loft thy breath?

S. Dro. By running faft.

Adr. Where is thy mafter, 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 fury, pitilefs and rought, b

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

A back-friend, afhoulder-clapper, one that commands
The paffages of allies, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot
well;

hell.

One, that, before the judgment, carries poor fouls to b'agad I svolted Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

S. Dro. I do not know the matter: he is 'refted on the cafe.

Adr. What, is he arrefted? tell me, at whofe fuit. 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. Will you fend him, mistress, redemption, the money in his defk?

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 bond?

S. Dro. Not on a bond, but on a ftronger 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.

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