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E. Ant. I anfwer you? why should I answer you?
Ang. The mony, 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
fay fo.

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

Mer. Well, officer, arrest 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 confent 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'st.

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

Offi. I do arreft you, Sir; you hear the fuit.
E. Ant. I do obey thee, 'till I give thee bail.
But, Sirrah, 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,
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your notorious fhame, I doubt it not.

Enter Dromio of Syracufe, from the Bay.
S. Dro. Mafter, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That ftays but till her owner comes aboard;
Then, Sir, fhe bears away. Our fraughtage, Sir,
I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The Oyl, the Balfamum, and Aqua-vita.
The fhip is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land; they stay 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 stays for me?

S. Dro. A fhip you fent me to, to hire waftage.
E. Ant. Thou drunken flave, I sent thee for a rope;

And

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 leifure, And teach your ears to lift me with more heed. To Adriana, villain, hie thee ftrait,

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 send it:
Tell her, I am arrested in the street,
And that fhall bail me; hie thee,
On, officer, to prison 'till it come.

flave; be gone:

[Exeunt

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' against my will,

For fervants muft their mafters' minds fulfil.

[Exit

SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's House.
Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adr. Might it thou perceive aufterely in his eye

H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo?

That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?
Look'd he or red or pale, or fad or merrily?
What observation mad'st thou in this case,
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?

Luc. First he deny'd, you had in him no right.
Adr. He meant, he did me none, the more my spight.
Luc. Then fwore he, that he was a stranger here.
Adr. And true he fwore, 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 praife my beauty, then my speech. Adr. Did'ft fpeak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I beseech,

Adr

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;

My tongue, though not my heart, fhall have its will.
He is deformed, crooked, old and fere,

I'll-fac'd, worfe-body'd, fhapeless every where ;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worfe 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 :
Far from her neft the lapwing cries away;

My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curfe
Enter Dromio of Syracufe.

S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, 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, whofe hard heart is button'd up with fteel :
A fiend, a fury, pitilefs and rough, (14)

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

A back-friend, a fhoulder-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.

(14) A Fiend, a Fairy, pitiless and rough.] Dromie here bringing Word in hafte that his Mafter is arrefted, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Detestation of fuch a Creature, fuch as, a Devil, a Fiend, a Wolf, &c. But how does Fairy come up to these terrible Ideas? Or with what Propriety can it be used here? Does he mean, that a Bailiff is like a Fairy in ftealing away his Mafter? The trueft Believers of thofe little Phantoms never pretended to think, that they stole any thing but Children. Certainly, it will fort better in Senfe with the other Names annex'd, as well as the Character of a Catch-pole, to conclude that the Poet wrote; -a Fiend, a Fury, &c.

Adr.

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 whose fuit he is arrested, well; but he's in a fuit of buff, which 'rested him, that I can tell. Will you fend him, mistress, redemption, the mony in his desk?

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 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 ftrikes

one.

Adr. The hours come back! that I did never hear. S. Dro. O yes, if any hour meet a serjeant, 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 ftealing on by night and day?
If Time be in debt and theft, and a ferjeant in the way,
Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the mony, bear it ftrait,
And bring thy mafter home immediately.

Come, fifter, I am preft down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to the Street.

S. Ant. T

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

HERE's not a man I meet, but doth fa-
lute 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.
Ev'n now a taylor call'd me in his shop,
And fhow'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. Mafter, here's the gold you fent me for; (15) 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?

(15) what, have you got the Picture of old Adam new apparell'd?] A fhort Word or two must have flipt out here, by fome Accident in copying, or at Prefs; otherwife I have no Conception of the Meaning of the Paffage. The Cafe is this. Dromio's Mafter had been arrested, and fent his Servant home for Mony to redeem him: He running back with the Mony meets the Twin Antipholis, whom he mistakes for his Mafter, and feeing him clear of the Officer before the Mony was come, he cries in a Surprize;

What, have you got rid of the Picture of old Adam new apparell'd? For fo I have ventur'd to fupply, by Conjecture. But why is the Officer call'd old Adam new apparell'd? The Allufion 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 humourously a little lower calls it. VOL. III. K S. Dro.

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