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SCENE changes to the Street,
Enter Antipholis of Syracuse. S. Ant. THERE'S
HERE's not a man I meet, but doth fa-
Enter Dromio of Syracute. S. Dro. Master, here's the gold you sent me for; (15) what, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new-apparel'd? S. Ant. What gold is this? what Adam doft thou
mean? (15) wbai, bave you got tbe Pi&ture of old Adam new-apparreld?] A short Word or two must have nipt out here, by Tome 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 Antipbolis, whom he mistakes for his Mafter, and feeing him clear of the Officer before the Mony was come, he cries in a Surprise ;
Wbat, bave you got rid of the Pi&ture of old Adam nero-appareld? For so I have ventur’d to supply, by Conjecture. But why is the Officer call’d old Adam new-apparel'd? 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 manner, the Sergeants of the Counter were formerly clad in Buff, or Calves-skin, as the Author humourousy a little lower calls it. VOL. III.
S. Dro. Not that Adam, that kept the paradise ; but that Adam, that keeps the prison ; he that goes in the calves-skin, that was killd for the prodigal ; he that came behind you, Sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.
S. Ant. I underftand thee not.
S. Dro. 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 fob, and 'rests them; he, Sir, that takes pity on decay'd men, and gives 'em suits of durance; he, that fets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.
S. Ant. What ! thou mean'ft an officer?
S. Dro. Ay, Sir, the ferjeant of the band; he, that brings any man to anfwer it, that breaks his bond; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and faith, God give you good reft! 1
S. Ant. Well, Sir, there rest in your foolery: Is there any ship 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 hinder'd by the ferjeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay ; here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you.
S. Ant. The fellow is diftract, and so am I,
deliver us from hence!
Enter a Courtezan.
S. Ant. Satan, avoid ! I charge thee, tempt me not.
S. Dro. Nay, he is worse, she's the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench, and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God dam 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
S. 'Dro. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat, be. fpeak a long spoon.
S. Ant. Why, Dromio ?
S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must
Cour. Give me the ring of mine, you had at dinner,
S. Dro. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, a ruh, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherryftone : but the, more covetous, would have a chain. Mafter, be wise; an if you give it her, the devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it.
Cour. I pray you, Sir, my ring, or else the chain;
S. Ant. Avaunt, thou witch ! come, Dromio, let us go.
And tell his wife, that, being lunatick,
[Exit. SCENE changes to the Street.
Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, with a Jailor. I. Ant. EAR me not, man ; I will not break away;
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much
Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a Rope's.end.
E. Dro. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
E. Dro. To a a rope's-end, Sir; and to that end am I return'd. E. Ant. And to that end, Sir, I will welcome you.
[Beats Dromio. Ofi. Good Sir, be patient.
É. Dro. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
of. Good now, hold thy tongue. E. Dro. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. E. Ant. Thou whorson, senseless villain!
E. Dro. I would, I were senseless, Sir, that I might not feel your
blows. E. Ant. Thou art fenfible in nothing but blows, and fo is an ass.
E. Dro. I am an ass, indeed ; you may prove it by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this inftant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating ; when I am warm, he cools me with beating ; I am wak'd with it, when I seep; rais'd with it, when I fit; driven out of doors with it, when I from home ; welcom'd home with it, when I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat ; and, I think, when he hath lam'd me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and Pinch.
E. Dro. Mistress, refpice finem, respect your end ; or rather the prophecie, like the parrot, beware the rope'send.
E. Ant. Wilt thou still talk ? [Beats Dromio,
Adr. His incivility confirms no less.
Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,
E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not mad.
E. Ant. You minion, you, are these your customers ?