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Who would be jealous then of such a one?

       No evil lost is wail’d when it is gone.

       ADRIANA.

       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, though my tongue do curse.

       [Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.]

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       Here, go; the desk, the purse: sweet now, make haste.

       LUCIANA.

       How hast thou lost thy breath?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       By running fast.

       ADRIANA.

       Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       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, pitiless and rough;

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

       A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands

       The passages of alleys, 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.

       ADRIANA.

       Why, man, what is the matter?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       I do not know the matter: he is ‘rested on the case.

       ADRIANA.

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

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well;

       But he’s in a suit of buff which ‘rested him, that can I tell.

       Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?

       ADRIANA.

       Go fetch it, sister. This I wonder at,

       [Exit LUCIANA]

       Thus he unknown to me should be in debt.—

       Tell me, was he arrested on a band?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;

       A chain, a chain: do you not hear it ring?

       ADRIANA.

       What, the chain?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       No, no, the bell; ‘tis time that I were gone.

       It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.

       ADRIANA.

       The hours come back! that did I never hear.

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       O yes. If any hour meet a sergeant, ‘a turns back for very fear.

       ADRIANA.

       As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he’s worth to season.

       Nay, he’s a thief too: have you not heard men say

       That Time comes stealing on by night and day?

       If he be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,

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

       [Enter LUCIANA.]

       ADRIANA.

       Go, Dromio, there’s the money, bear it straight;

       And bring thy master home immediately.—

       Come, sister; I am press’d down with conceit-

       Conceit my comfort and my injury.

       [Exeunt.]

      SCENE 3. The same.

       [Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.]

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       There’s not a man I meet but doth salute me

       As if I were their well-acquainted friend;

       And every one doth call me by my name.

       Some tender money to me, some invite me;

       Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;

       Some offer me commodities to buy;

       Even now a tailor call’d me in his shop,

       And show’d me silks 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.]

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       Master, here’s the gold you sent me for.

       What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparelled?

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Not that Adam that kept the paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calf’s skin that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       I understand thee not.

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. No? Why, ‘tis a plain case: he that went like a bass-viol in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob, and ‘rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a morris-pike.

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       What! thou mean’st an officer?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Ay, sir,—the sergeant of the band: that brings any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says ‘God give you good rest!’

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth tonight? may we be gone?

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the bark Expedition put forth tonight; and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy, Delay: here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you.

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       The fellow is distract, and so am I;

       And here we wander in illusions:

       Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

       [Enter a COURTEZAN.]

       COURTEZAN.

       Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.

       I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:

       Is that the chain you promis’d me to-day?

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not!

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.

       Master, is this Mistress Satan?

       ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.

       It is the devil.

       DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Nay, she is worse,—she

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