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E. Ant. I answer you? why should I answer you ?
Mer. Well, officer, arreft him at my suit.
. I do, and charge you in the Duke's name to obey me.
Ang. This touches me in reputation. Either consent to pay the sum for me, Or I attach you by this officer.
E. Ant. Consent to pay for that I never had !
me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'ft.
. I do arrest you, Sir ; you hear the suit.
Enter Dromio of Syracuse, from the Bay.
S. Dro. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
And told thee to what purpose, and what end.
S. Dro. You sent me for a rope's-end as soon :
E. Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
SCENE changes to E. Antipholis's House.
Enter Adriana and Luciana.
Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye
Luc. First he deny'd, you had in him no right.
Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might move. First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
Adr. Did't speak him fair :
Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me ftill ;
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one ?
And yet, would herein others' eyes were worse :
Enter Dromio of Syracuse. | S. Dro. Here, go ; the desk, the purse ; sweet now,
make hafte. Luc. How haft thou lost thy breath ? S. Dro. By running faft. Adr. Where is thy master, 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 shoulder-clapper, one that commands The
passages of allies, 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.
(14) A Fiend, a Fairy, pitilefs and rangh.) Dromio here bringing word in haste that his Master is arrested, describes the Bailiff by Names proper to raise Horror and Detestation of such 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 Master? The trueft Believers of those litile Phantoms never pretended to think, that they stole any thing but Children. Certainly, it will fort better in Sense with the other Names annex'd, as well as the Character of a Catch-pole, to conclude that the Poet wroge ; Fa Fiend, a Fury, &c.
Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?
S. Dro. I do not know the matter ; he is 'reked on the case.
Adr. What, is he arrested ? tell me, at whose suit.
S. Dro. I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well; but he's in a suit of buff, which 'refted him, that I can tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mony in his desk? Adr. Go fetch it, fifter. This I wonder at,
(Exit Luciana That he, unknown to me, Ahould 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 strikes
one. Adr. The hours come back! that I did never hear. S. Dro. O yes, if any hour meet a serjeant, a' tuing
back for very fear. Adr. As if time were in debt ! how fondly doft thou
reason? 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, That Time comes ftealing on by night and day? If Time be in debt and theft, and a serjeant in the way, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
Enter Luciana. Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the mony, bear it ftrait,
And bring thy master home immediately. Come, sister, I am prest down with conceit;
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
SCENE changes to the Street,
Enter Antipholis eft Syracuse. S. Ant.
"HERE's not a man I meet, but doth faAs if I were their well-acquainted friend ; And every one doth call me by my name, Some tender mony to me, some 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 shop, And show'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 Syracuse. S. Dro. Mafter, here's the gold you sent me for ; 115) what, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new-appareld? S. Ant. What gold is this? what Adam doft thou
mean? (15) what, have you got the Pi&ture of old Adam new apo pareli'd ?] A short Word or two must have flipt out here, by some 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 Antipholis, whom he mistakes for his Mafter, and seeing him clear of the officer before the Mony was come, he cries in a Surprize;
What, have you got rid of the Pi&ure of old Adam new apparellid ? For so I have ventur'd to supply, by Conje&ure. But why is the Officer call’d old Adam new apparellid : 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 mapaçr, the Ser• geants of the Counter were formerly clad in Buff, or Calves-skin, as the Author humouroully a little lower calls it. VOL. III.