I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The oil, the balfamum, and aquavitæ.
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 madman! why, thou peevish What fhip of Epidamnum stays for me? [fheep, 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 leifure,
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 fhall bail me; hie thee, flave; be gone.
On, officer, to prifon '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 muft, altho' against my will,

For fervants muft their master's minds fulfil. [Exit.

Changes to E. Antipholis's House.

Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo? Might'ft thou perceive aufterely in his eye That he did plead in earnest, 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. First be 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.
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Adr. And true he swore, though yet forfworn 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 perfuafion did he tempt thy love? Luc. With words that in an honeft fuit might

move.

Firft he did praife my beauty, then my speech.
Adr. Did'it speak him fair?

Luc. Have patience, I befeech.

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, Ill-fac'd, worfe-body'd, fhapelefs 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 fay; And yet, would herein others' eyes were worse: For from her neft the lapwing cries away; My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curfe.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

S. Dro. Here, go; the desk, the purse: fweet now, make hafte.

Luc. How haft thou loft thy breath?

S. Dro. By running fast.

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 fairy, pitilefs and rough,

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

A back-friend, a fhoulder-clapper, one that commands

* That is, marked or figmatized by nature with deformity, as a token of his vicious difpofition, Johnson.

The paffages of allies, creeks, and narrow lanes; A hound that runs counter *, and yet draws dry- ́ foot well;

One that, before the judgment, carries poor fouls to hell.

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

S. Dro. I do not know the matter; he is 'rested on the cafe. し Adr. What, is he arrested? 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 'rested him, that I can tell. Will you fend him, miitreis, redemption, the money 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. Bro. 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 fay, That Time comes ftealing on by night and day?

• To run counter, is to run backward, by mistaking the courfe of the animal purfued; to draw dry foot is, I believe, to purfue by the track or prick of the foot; to run counter, and to draw dry foot well, are, therefore, inconfiftent. The jeft confifts in the ambiguity of the word counter, which means the wrong way the chafe, and a prifon in London. The officer that arrefted him was a ferjeant of the Counter. For the congruity of this jeft, with the fcene of action, let our author answer. Johnf.

If Time be in debt and theft, and a ferjeant in the

way,

Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in the day?

Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it ftrait,

And bring thy mafter home immediately. Come, fifter, I am prefs'd down with conceit; Conceit, my comfort and my injury. [Exeunt.

SCENE V.

Changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe:

S. Ant. There's not a man I meet, but doth falute me,

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 kindneffes;
Some offer me commodities to buy.
Ev'n now a taylor call'd me in his fhop,
And fhow'd me filks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal took measure of my body.
Sure, thefe are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland forcerers inhabit here.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

S. Dro. Mafter, here's the gold you fent me for. What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'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-skip that was killed for the prodigal;

* Alluding to the coat of skins made for Adam after the fall, and the leathern coat worn by the officer whe made the creft.

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 cafe of leather; the man, Sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and'rests them: he, Sir, that takes pity on decay'd men, and gives 'em fuits of durance; he that fets up his reft to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.

S. Aut. 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 hindered 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 fo am I, And here we wander in illufions ;

Some bleffed power deliver us from hence!

SCENE VI.

Enter a Courtezan.

Cour. Well met, well met, Mafter Antipholis. I fee, Sir, you have found the goldfmith now: 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.

S. Dro. Nay, fhe is worse, fhe's the devil's dam; and here he comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches fay, God dam me; that's as much as to fay, God make me a light wench. It is written, they appear to men