1128Stigmaticall in making worse in minde.

1129Luc. Who would be iealous then of such a one?

1130No euill lost is wail'd, when it is gone.

1131Adr. Ah but I thinke him better then I say:

1132And yet would herein others eies were worse:

1133Farre from her nest the Lapwing cries away;

1134My heart praies for him, though my tongue doe curse.

1136Dro. Here goe: the deske, the purse, sweet now make

1137haste.

1138Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?

1139S.Dro. By running fast.

1140Adr. Where is thy Master Dromio? Is he well?

1141S.Dro. No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse then hell:

1142A diuell in an euerlasting garment hath him;

1143On whose hard heart is button'd vp with steele:

1144A Feind, a Fairie, pittilesse and ruffe:

1145A Wolfe, nay worse, a fellow all in buffe:

1146A back friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermãds

1147The passages of allies, creekes, and narrow lands:

1148A hound that runs Counter, and yet draws drifoot well,

1149One that before the Iudgmẽt carries poore soules to hel.

1150Adr. Why man, what is the matter?

1151S.Dro. I doe not know the matter, hee is rested on

1152the case.

1153Adr. What is he arrested? tell me at whose suite?

1154S.Dro. I know not at whose suite he is arested well;

1155but is in a suite of buffe which rested him, that can I tell,

1156will you send him Mistris redemption, the monie in

1157his deske.

1158Adr. Go fetch it Sister: this I wonder at.

1160Thus he vnknowne to me should be in debt:

1161Tell me, was he arested on a band?

1162S.Dro. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing:

1163A chaine, a chaine, doe you not here it ring.

1164Adria. What, the chaine?

1165S.Dro. No, no, the bell, 'tis time that I were gone:

1166It was two ere I left him, and now the clocke strikes one.

1167Adr. The houres come backe, that did I neuer here.

1168S.Dro. Oh yes, if any houre meete a Serieant, a turnes

1169backe for verie feare.

1170Adri. As if time were in debt: how fondly do'st thou

1171reason?

1172S.Dro. Time is a verie bankerout, and owes more then

1173he's worth to season.

1174Nay, he's a theefe too: haue you not heard men say,

1175That time comes stealing on by night and day?

1176If I be in debt and theft, and a Serieant in the way,

1177Hath he not reason to turne backe an houre in a day?

1179Adr. Go Dromio, there's the monie, beare it straight,

1180And bring thy Master home imediately.

1181Come sister, I am prest downe with conceit:

1182Conceit, my comfort and my iniurie. Exit.

1184There's not a man I meete but doth salute me

1185As if I were their well acquainted friend,

1186And euerie one doth call me by my name:

1187Some tender monie to me, some inuite me;

1188Some other giue me thankes for kindnesses;

1189Some offer me Commodities to buy.

1190Euen now a tailor cal'd me in his shop,

1191And show'd me Silkes that he had bought for me,

1192And therewithall tooke measure of my body.

1193Sure these are but imaginarie wiles,

1194And lapland Sorcerers inhabite here.

1196S.Dro. Master, here's the gold you sent me for: what

1197haue you got the picture of old Adam new apparel'd?

1198Ant. What gold is this? What Adam do'st thou

1199meane?

1200S.Dro. Not that Adam that kept the Paradise: but

1201that Adam that keepes the prison; hee that goes in the

1202calues-skin, that was kil'd for the Prodigall: hee that

1203came behinde you sir, like an euill angel, and bid you for-

1204sake your libertie.

1205Ant. I vnderstand thee not.

1206S.Dro. No? why 'tis a plaine case: he that went like

1207a Base-Viole in a case of leather; the man sir, that when

1208gentlemen are tired giues them a sob, and rests them:

1209he sir, that takes pittie on decaied men, and giues them

1210suites of durance: he that sets vp his rest to doe more ex-

1211ploits with his Mace, then a Moris Pike.

1212Ant. What thou mean'st an officer?

1213S.Dro. I sir, the Serieant of the Band: he that brings

1214any man to answer it that breakes his Band: one that

1215thinkes a man alwaies going to bed, and saies, God giue

1216you good rest.

1217Ant. Well sir, there rest in your foolerie:

1218Is there any ships puts forth to night? may we be gone?

1219S.Dro. Why sir, I brought you word an houre since,

1220that the Barke Expedition put forth to night, and then

1221were you hindred by the Serieant to tarry for the Hoy

1222Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for to deliuer

1223you.

1224Ant. The fellow is distract, and so am I,

1225And here we wander in illusions:

1226Some blessed power deliuer vs from hence.

1228Cur. Well met, well met, Master Antipholus:

1229I see sir you haue found the Gold-smith now:

1230Is that the chaine you promis'd me to day.

1231Ant. Sathan auoide, I charge thee tempt me not.

1232S.Dro. Master, is this Mistris Sathan?

1233Ant. It is the diuell.

1234S.Dro. Nay, she is worse, she is the diuels dam:

1235And here she comes in the habit of a light wench, and

1236thereof comes, that the wenches say God dam me, That's

1237as much to say, God make me a light wench: It is writ-

1238ten, they appeare to men like angels of light, light is an

1239effect of fire, and fire will burne: ergo, light wenches will

1240burne, come not neere her.

1241Cur. Your man and you are maruailous merrie sir.

1242Will you goe with me, wee'll mend our dinner here?

1243S.Dro. Master, if do expect spoon-meate, or bespeake

1244a long spoone.

1245Ant. Why Dromio?

1246S.Dro. Marrie he must haue a long spoone that must

1247eate with the diuell.

1248Ant. Auoid then fiend, what tel'st thou me of sup- (ping?

1249Thou art, as you are all a sorceresse:

1250I coniure thee to leaue me, and be gon.

1251Cur. Giue me the ring of mine you had at dinner,

1252Or for my Diamond the Chaine you promis'd,

1253And Ile be gone sir, and not trouble you.

1254S.Dro. Some diuels aske but the parings of ones naile,