Belike, you thought, our love would last too long Ang. Saving your merry humour, here's the note, I pray you, fee him prefently discharg'd; E. Ant. I am not furnish'd with the present mony : Good Signior, take the ftranger to my house, Ang. Then you will bring the chain to her yourfelf? Ang. Well, Sir, I will: have you the chain about you? E. Ant. An if I have not, Sir, I hope, you have: Ang. Nay, come, I pray you, Sir, give me the chain; I should have chid you for not bringing it; Mer. The hour feals on; I pray you, Sir, dispatch. mony. Ang. Come, come, you know, I gave it you ev'n now. E. Ant. Fie, now you run this humour out of breath: E. Ant E. Ant. I answer you? why should I answer you? Ang. You wrong me more, Sir, in denying it; 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! Ang. Here is thy fee, arreft him, officer; Offi. I do arreft you, Sir; you hear the fuit. Το Enter Dromio of Syracufe, from the Bay: E. Ant. How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish fheep, What fhip of Epidamnum ftays for me? S. Dro. A fhip you fent me to, to hire waftage. And And told thee to what purpose, and what end. E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure, [Exeunt. [Exit. SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's House. Adr. A Enter Adriana and Luciana. H, Luciana, did he tempt thee fo? Might'ft thou perceive aufterely in his eye That de did plead in earnest, yea or no? Look'd he or red or pale, or fad or merrily? What obfervation mad'it thou in this cafe, Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face? Luc. Firft he 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 ftranger here. Adr. And true he wore, 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. Firft, he did praife my beauty, then my speech. Adr, Did'ft fpeak him fair? Luc. Have patience, I beseech. Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; My tongue, though not my heart, fhall have its will. Luc. Who would be jealous then of fuch a one? Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I say, And yet, would herein others' eyes were worfe: Far from her neft the lapwing cries away; My heart prays for him, tho' my tongue do curfe. S. Dre. 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, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel: 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 (14) A Fiend, a Fairy, pitiless and rough.] Dromio here bringing Word in hafte that his Master is arrested, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Deteftation of fuch 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 Mafter? The trueft Believers of those 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 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 'refted him, that I can tell. Will you fend him, mittrefs, redemption, the mony in his desk? Adr. Go fetch it, fifter. This I wonder at, [Exit Luciana. That he, unknown to me, should 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 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 season. Nay, he's a thief too; have you not heard men say, Enter Luciana. Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the mony, bear it ftrait, Come, fifter, I am preft down with conceit; [Exeunt. SCENE |