E. Ant. I answer you? why should I answer you ?
Ang. The mony, chat 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;
Consider, how it stands upon my credit.

Mer. Well, officer, arreft him at my suit.
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 sum for me, Or I attach you by this officer.

E. Ant. Consent to pay for that I never had !
Arrest

me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'ft.
Ang. Here is thy fee ; arreft him, officer ;
I would not spare my brother in this case,
If he should scorn me so apparently.
Ofi

. I do arrest you, Sir ; you hear the suit.
E. Ant. I do obey thee, 'till I give thee bail.
Bat, Sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
As all the metal in your shop will answer.
Ang. Sir, Sir, I shall have law in Ephesus,
To
your notorious shame, I doubt it not.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse, from the Bay.
S. Dro. Mafter, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That stays but till her owner comes aboard ;
Then, sir, the bears away. Our fraughtage, Sir,
I have convey'd aboard ; and I have bought
The Oyl, the Balfamum, and Aqua-vita.
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.
E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish

sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

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

And

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And told thee to what purpose, and what end.

S. Dro. You sent me for a rope's-end as soon :
You sent 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 strait,
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,
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 must, altho' against my will,
For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.

(Exit

'Adr. A

SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's House.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.
Adr. H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo?

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 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 swore he, that he was a stranger here.
Adr. And true he fwore, though yet forsworn he
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 move. First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech.

Adr. Did't speak him fair :
Luc. Have patience, I beseech,

Adr.

were.

Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me ftill ;
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have its will.
He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
I'll-fac’d, worse-body'd, 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 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 nest the lapwing cries away ;
My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curse.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse. S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, the purse ; sweet now,

make hafte. Luc. How haft thou lost thy breath ? S. Dro. By running faft. Adr. Where is thy master, 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, pitiless and rough, (14) A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; A back-friend, a fhoulder-clapper, one that commands 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.

(14) A Fiend, a Fairy, pitilefs and rangh.) Dromio here bringing word in haste that his Master is arrested, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Detestation of such a Creature, such 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 stealing away his Master? The trueft Believers of those litile Phantoms never pretended to think, that they stole any thing but Children. Certainly, it will fort better in Sense with the other Names annex'd, as well as the Character of a Catch-pole, to conclude that the Poet wroge ; Fa Fiend, a Fury, &c.

Adr.

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

S. Dro. I do not know the matter ; he is 'reked on the case.

Adr. What, is he arrested ? tell me, at whose suit.

S. Dro. I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well; but he's in a suit of buff, which 'refted him, that I can tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mony in his desk? Adr. Go fetch it, fifter. This I wonder at,

(Exit Luciana That he, unknown to me, Ahould 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 strikes

one. Adr. The hours come back! that I did never hear. S. Dro. O yes, if any hour meet a serjeant, a' tuing

back for very fear. Adr. As if time were in debt ! how fondly doft thou

reason? 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 serjeant 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 master home immediately. Come, sister, I am prest down with conceit;

Conceit, my comfort and my injury.

(Exeunt.

SCENE

SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis eft Syracuse. "HERE's not a man I meet, but doth fa

5. Ant. Th.

lute me,

As if I were their well-acquainted friend ;
And every one doth call me by my name,
Some tender mony to me, some 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 show'd me filks 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. S. Dro. Mafter, here's the gold you sent me for ; 115) what, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new-appareld? s. Ant. What gold is this what Adam doft thou

mean?

(15) what, have you got the Pi&ture of old Adam new apo pareli'd ?] A short Word or two must have flipt out here, by some Accident in copying, or at Press ; otherwise I have no Conception of the Meaning of the Passage. The Case is this, Dromio's Master had been arrested, and sent 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 seeing him clear of the officer before the Mony was come, he cries in a Surprize;

What, have you got rid of the Pi&ure of old Adam new apparellid ? For so I have ventur'd to supply, by Conje&ure. But why is the Officer call’d old Adam new apparellid : 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 mapaçr, the Ser• geants of the Counter were formerly clad in Buff, or Calves-skin, as the Author humouroully a little lower calls it. VOL. III.

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S. Dro.