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SCENE changes to the Street.

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe.

S. Ant. THERE'S

HERE's not a man I meet, but doth fa
lute me,

As if I were their well acquainted friend ;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender mony to me, fome invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
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, these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland forcerers inhabit here.

Enter Dromio of Syracute.

S. Dro. Mafter, here's the gold you fent 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) what, have you got the Picture of old Adam`new-apparrel'd ?] A short Word or two must have flipt out here, by Tome Accident in copying, or at Prefs; otherwise I have no Conception of the Meaning of the Paffage. The Cafe is this. Dromio's Mafter had been arrested, and fent 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;

What, bave you got rid of the Picture of old Adam new-apparel'd? For fo I have ventur'd to supply, by Conjecture. But why is the Officer call'd old Adam new-apparel'd?

The Allu

fion 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 humourously a little lower calls it.

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S. Dro.

S. Dro. Not that Adam, that kept the paradife; but that Adam, that keeps the prison; he that goes in the calves-skin, that was kill'd for the prodigal; 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 'refts 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. 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! \

S. Ant. Well, Sir, there reft 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 fent for, to deliver

you.

S. Ant. The fellow is diftract, and so am I, And here we wander in illusions ;

Some bleffed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan.

Cour. Well met, well met, mafter Antipholis.
I fee, Sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?

S. Ant. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
S. Dro. Master, is this mistress Satan?

S. Ant. It is the devil.

S. Dro. Nay, fhe is worse, fhe's the devil's dam; and here she 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 like angels of light; light

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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, Sir. Will you go with me, we'll mend our dinner here? S. Dro. Mafter, if you do expect fpoon-meat, be. fpeak a long spoon.

S. Ant. Why, Dromio ?

S. Dro. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must eat with the devil.

8. Ant. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'ft thou me of fupping?

Thou art, as you are all, a forceress :

I conjure thee to leave me, and be

gone.

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.

S. Dro. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, a rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherryftone: but the, more covetous, would have a chain. Mafter, be wife; 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 elfe the chain; I hope, you do not mean to cheat me fo?

S. Ant. Avaunt, thou witch! come, Dromio, let us go. S. Dro. Fly pride, fays the peacock; miftrefs, that you know. [Exeunt.

Manet Courtezan.

Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholis is mad;
Else would he never so demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the fame he promis'd me a chain;
Both one, and other, he denies me now.
The reason, that I gather, he is mad,
(Befides this present inftance of his rage)
Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner,
Of his own door being hut against his entrance.
Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,
On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to hie home to his houfe,
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And tell his wife, that, being lunatick,
He rush'd into my houfe, and took perforce
My ring away. This courfe I fitteft chufe ;
For forty ducats is too much to lose.

[Exit.

SCENE changes to the Street.
Enter Antipholis of Ephefus, with a Failor.
EAR me not, man; I will not break away;
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much
mony,

E. Ant.

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To warrant thee, as I am 'refted for.
My wife is in a wayward mood to day,
And will not lightly truft the messenger.
That I fhould be attach'd in Ephefus,
I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.

Enter Dromio of Ephefus, with a Rope's end.

the mony

pay

Here comes my man; I think, he brings the mony.
you for?
How now, Sir, have you that I fent
E. Dro. Here's that, I warrant you, , will them all.
E. Ant. But where's the mony ?
E. Dro. Why, Sir, I gave
for the rope.
E. Ant. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
E. Dro. I'll ferve you, Sir, five hundred at the rate.
E. Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
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.

Offi. Good Sir, be patient.

E. Dro. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adverfity.

Off. Good now, hold thy tongue.

E. Dro. Nay, rather perfuade him to hold his hands.
E. Ant. Thou whorfon, fenfeless villain!

E. Dro. I would, I were fenfelefs, Sir, that I might not feel your blows.

E. Ant. Thou art fenfible in nothing but blows, and fo is an afs.

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E. Dro. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have ferv'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 fleep; rais'd with it, when I fit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcom'd home with it, when I return; nay, I bear it on my fhoulders, 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. Ant. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder. E. Dro. Miftrefs, refpice finem, respect your end; or rather the prophecie, like the parrot, beware the rope'send.

E. Ant. Wilt thou ftill talk ?

[Beats Dromio. Cour. How fay you now? is not your husband mad? Adr. His incivility confirms no lefs.

Good doctor Pinch, you are a Conjurer,
Establish him in his true fenfe again,

And I will please you what you will demand.
Luc. Alas, how fiery and how fharp he looks!
Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his extafie!
Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.
E. Ant. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,
To yield poffeffion to my holy prayers;

And to thy ftate of darkness hie thee ftrait,
I conjure thee by all the Saints in heav'n.

E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not mad.
Adr. Oh, that thou wert not, poor diftreffed foul!

E. Ant. You minion, you, are these your customers? Did this companion with the faffron face

Revel and feaft it at my house to day,

Whilft upon me the guilty doors were shut,
And I deny'd to enter in my house?

Adr. Oh, husband, God doth know, you din'd at

home,

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