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It was two ere I left him, and now the clock ftrikes

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 feafon.

Nay, he's a thief too; have you
not heard men say,
That Time comes ftealing on by night and day?
If Time be in debt and theft, and a ferjeant in the way,
Hath he not reafon to turn back an hour in a day?

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it firaight,
And bring thy master home immediately.
Come, fifter, I am preft down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury. [Exeunt.

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SCENE V.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

HERE's not a man I meet, but doth falute me,

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As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me, fome invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses ;
Some offer me commodities to buy.

Ey'n now a taylor call'd me in his shop,
And fhow'd me filks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal took meafure of my body.

Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland forcerers inhabit here.

Enter

Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

S. Dro. Mafter, here's the gold you fent me for; what, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new-apparel'd?

S. Ant. What gold is this? what Adam doft thou

mean?

S. Dro. Not that Adam, that kept the paradife; but that Adam, that keeps the prifon; 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 forfake your liberty.

S. Ant. I understand thee not.

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 'refts them; he, Sir, that takes pity on decay'd men, and gives 'em fuits of durance; *he, that fets

up

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he, that fets up his reft to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.] Sets up his Reft, is a Phrafe taken from Military Exercise. When Gunpowder was first invented, its Force was very weak compared to that in present Use. This neceffarily required Fire-Arms to be of an extraordinary Length. As the Artists improved the Strength of their Powder, the Soldiers proportionably fhortned their Arms and Artillery; fo that the Cannon which Froiffart tells us was once fifty Foot long, was contracted to lefs than ten. This Proportion likewife held in their Mufkets; fo that, till the middle of the laft Century, the Musketeers always fupported their Pieces when they gave Fire, with a Reft ftuck before them into the Ground, which There is anthey called fetting up their Reft, and is here alluded to.

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reft to do more exploits with his mace, than a Maurice-Pike.

S. Ant. What! thou mean'ft an officer?

S. Dro. Ay, Sir, the ferjeant of the band; he, that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his bond; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and faith, God give you good reft!

S. Ant. Well, Sir, there reft in your foolery. Is there any fhip puts forth to night? may we be gone?

S. Dro. Why, Sir, I brought you word an hour
fince, that the bark Expedition puts forth to night,
and then were you hinder'd by the ferjeant, to tarry
for the hoy Delay; here are the angels that you fent
for, to deliver
you.

S. Ant. The fellow is diftract, and so am I,
And here we wander in illufions;

Some bleffed power deliver us from hence!

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7ELL met, well met, master Antipholis.

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Is that the chain, you promis'd me to day?

S. Ant. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
S. Dro. Mafter, is this mistress Satan?

S. Ant. It is the devil.

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S. Dro. Nay, fhe is worse, fhe's the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench, and thereof comes, that the wenches fay, God dam 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 is wenches will burn; come not near her.

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Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry,

Sir. Will here?

you go with me,

we'll mend our dinner'

S. Dro. Mafter, if you do expect spoon-meat, bespeak a long spoon.

S. Ant. Why, Dromio?

S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long fpoon, that muft eat with the devil.

S. Ant. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'ft thou me of fupping?

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Thou art, as you are all, a forceress :

I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.

Cour. Give me the ring of mine, you had at dinner, Or for my diamond the chain you promis'd, And I'll be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.

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S. Dro. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, a rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherry-stone but she, more covetous, would have a chain. Master, be wife; an if you give it her, the devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it. Cour. I pray you, Sir, my ring, or elfe the chain; I hope, you do not mean to cheat me fo?

[go. S. Ant. Avaunt, thou witch! come, Dromio, let us S. Dro. Fly pride, fays the peacock; miftrefs, that you know.

SCENE

Cour. Nowe

Manet Courtezan.

VII.

[Exeunt.

TOW, out of doubt, Antipholis is mad;
Elfe would he never fo demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the fame he promis'd me a chain;
Both one, and other, he denies me now.
The reason, that I gather, he is mad,
(Befides this prefent inftance of his rage)
Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner,

Of his own door being fhut against his entrance.
Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,

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On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to bie home to his house,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away. This courfe I fitteft chufe;
For forty ducats is too much to lofe.

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[Exit.

Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, with a Jailor.
EAR me not, man; I will not break

E. Ant.

FEAR

away;

I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, fo much money,
To warrant thee, as I am 'refted for.
My wife is in a wayward mood to day,
And will not lightly truft the messenger.
That I fhould be attach'd in Ephefus,

I tell you, 'twould found harthly in her ears.

Enter Dromio of Ephefus, with a Rope's-end.
Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money.
How now, Sir, have you that I fent you for?

E. Dro. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
E. Ant. But where's the money?

E. Dro. Why, Sir, I gave the money for the rope.
E. Ant. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
E. Dro. I'll ferve you, Sir, five hundred at the rate.
E. Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
E. Dro. To a rope's-end, Sir; and to that end am
I return'd.

E. Ant. And to that end, Sir, I will welcome you. [Beats Dromio.

Offi. Good Sir, be patient. E. Dro. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adverfity.

Offi. Good now, hold thy tongue.

E. Dro. Nay, rather perfuade him to hold his hands.

E. Ant.

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