1104Adr. Ah Luciana, did he tempt thee so?

1105Might'st thou perceiue austeerely in his eie,

1106That he did plead in earnest, yea or no:

1107Look'd he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?

1108What obseruation mad'st thou in this case?

1109Oh, his hearts Meteors tilting in his face.

1110Luc. First he deni'de you had in him no right.

1111Adr. He meant he did me none: the more my spight

1112Luc. Then swore he that he was a stranger heere.

1113Adr. And true

he swore, though yet forsworne hee

1114were.

1115Luc. Then pleaded I for you.

1116Adr. And what said he?

1117Luc. That loue I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me.

1118Adr. With what perswasion did he tempt thy loue?

1119Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might moue.

1120First, he did praise my beautie, then my speech.

1121Adr. Did'st speake him faire?

1122Luc. Haue patience I beseech.

1123Adr. I cannot, nor I will not hold me still.

1124My tongue, though not my heart, shall haue his will.

1125He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,

1126Ill-fac'd, worse bodied, shapelesse euery where:

1127Vicious, vngentle, foolish, blunt, vnkinde,

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.