Dro. S. I look'd for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them: but I guess, it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it. Ant. S. Where Spain? Dro. S. Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath. Ant. S. Where America, the Indies? Dro. S. O! sir, upon her nose, all o'er embelJished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who sent whole armadoes of carracks to be ballast at her nose. Ant. S. Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands ? Dro. S. O! sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; call'd me Dromio; swore, I was assured to her: told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: and, I think, if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had transform'd me to a curtail-dog, and made me turn i' the wheel. Ant. S. Go, hie thee presently post to the road, And if the wind blow any way from shore, I will not harbour in this town to-night. If any bark put forth, come to the mart, Where I will walk till thou return to me. If every one knows us, and we know none, 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack, and begone. Dro. S. As from a bear a man would run for life, So fly I from her that would be my wife. [Exit. Ant. S. There's none but witches do inhabit here, And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence. 20 She that doth call me husband, even my soul Ang. Master Antipholus ? Ant. S. Ay, that's my name. Ang. I know it well, sir. Lo, here is the chain. I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine; The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long. Ant. S. What is your will that I shall do with this? Ang. What please yourself, sir: I have made it for you. Ant. S. Made it for me, sir? I bespoke it not. Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have. Go home with it, and please your wife withal; Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now, For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more. Ang. You are a merry man, sir. Fare you well. [Erit. Ant. S. What I should think of this I cannot tell; But this I think, there's no man is so vain, That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain. I see, a man here needs not live by shifts, When in the streets he meets such golden gifts. I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay: If any ship put out, then straight away. [Exit. ACT || || SCENE I.-The Same. Enter a Merchant, ANGELO, and an Officer. Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is due, And since I have not much importun'd you; Nor now I had not, but that I am bound To Persia, and want gilders for my voyage: Therefore make present satisfaction, Or I'll attach you by this officer. Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you, Is growing to me by Antipholus ; And, in the instant that I met with you, I shall receive the money for the same. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and DROMIO of Off. That labour may you save: see where he comes. Ant. E. While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou And buy a rope's end, that will I bestow Ant. E. A man is well holp up that trusts to you: I pray you, see him presently discharg'd, money; Besides, I have some business in the town. Ant. E. No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough. Ang. Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you? Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it. Ant. E. I answer you! what should I answer you? Ang. You wrong me more, sir, in denying it: Consider how it stands upon my credit. Mer. Well, officer, arrest him at my suit. Ang. This touches me in reputation.— Ant. E. Consent to pay thee that I never had! Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st. Ang. Here is thy fee: arrest him, officer.- Off. I do arrest you, sir. You hear the suit. Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, To your notorious shame, I doubt it not. Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum, That stays but till her owner comes aboard, And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir, I have convey'd aboard, and I have bought Ant. E. How now? a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me? Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage. Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope; And told thee to what purpose, and what end. Dro. S. You sent me for a rope's end as soon. You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark. Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure, And teach your ears to list me with more heed. [Exeunt Merchant, ANGELO, Officer, and Dro. S. To Adriana? that is where we din'd. Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband: She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Thither I must, although against my will, For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Erit. SCENE I1.-The Same. Enter ADRIANA, and LUCIANA. Look'd he or red, or pale? or sad, or merrily? Luc. First he denied you had in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none: the more my spite. Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were. Luc. Then pleaded I for you. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away: curse. Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. Dro. S. Here, go: the desk! the purse! sweet, now make haste. Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath? Dro. S. By running fast. Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well? Dro. S. 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. Adr. Why, man, what is the matter? Some offer me commodities to buy: Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop, And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here. Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'd? Ant. S. What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean? Dro. S. 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. Ant. S. I understand thee not. Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a base-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 de Dro. S. I do not know the matter: he is 'rested cayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he on the case. Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me at whose suit. Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested well; But is in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption? the money in his desk? Adr. Go fetch it, sister.—This I wonder at; [Exit LUCIANA. That he, unknown to me, should be in debt:Tell me, was he arrested on a band? Dro. S. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; A chain, a chain: do you not hear it ring? Adr. What, the chain? Dro. S. 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 did I never hear. Dro. S. O yes; if any hour meet a serjeant, ’a turns back for very fear. Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason! Dro. S. 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, Re-enter LUCIANA. Adr. 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 III.-The Same. Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. 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; that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike. Ant. S. What, thou mean'st an officer? Dro. S. Ay, sir, the serjeant of the band; he 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!" Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone? Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were you hindered by the serjeant to tarry for the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I, And here we wander in illusions. Some blessed power deliver us from hence! I Enter a Courtesan. Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus. see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now: Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day? Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not! Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan? Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes that the wenches say, "God damn 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 wenches will burn. Come not near her. Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, 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. Dro. S. 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. The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it. Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go. Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: mistress, that you know. [Exeunt ANT. S. and DRO. S. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. [Exit. |