Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs, And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie; And, in that glorious supposition, think He gains by death, that hath such means to die:Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink! Luc. What, are you inad, that you do reason so? Ant. S. Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.

Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eye. Ant. S. For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.

Luc. Gaze where you should, and that will clear

Come, where's the chain? I pray you let me see it.
Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance;
Good sir, say, whe'r you'll answer me, or no;

Ang. Even just the sum, that I do owe to you, If not, I'll leave him to the officer.

Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a One, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
горе;
A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough;
A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;5

And told thee to what purpose and what end.

Dro. S. You sent me, sir, for a rope's end as A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that coun

soon:

You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
And teach your ears to listen with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
There is a purse of ducats: let her send it;
Tell her, I am arrested in the street,
And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave; be gone.
On, officer, to prison till it come.

[Exeunt Mer. Ang. Off. and Ant. E.
Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where he din'd,
Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
Thither I must, although against my will,
For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Ex.

SCENE II.-The same. Enter Adriana and
Luciana.

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

Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye
That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?

Look'd he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily?
What observation mad'st thou in this case,
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?'

Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right.
Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my
spite.

Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here. Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.

And what said he?

Luc. Then pleaded I for you.
Adr.
Luc. That love I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me.
Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy
love?

Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might

move.

First he did praise my beauty; then, my speech.
Adr. Did'st speak him fair?

Luc.
Have patience, I beseech.
Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,2
Ill-fac'd, worse-bodied, shapeless every where;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making,' worse in mind.

Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.

Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I say,
And yet would herein others' eyes were worse:
Far from her nest the lapwing cries away ;4
My heart prays for him, though my tongue do

curse.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

termands

The passages of alleys, 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.

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?

Dro. S. I do not know the matter: he is 'rested

on the case.

Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose suit.
Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested,

well;

But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that can I tell :

Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the mo-
ney in the desk?

Adr. Go fetch it, sister.-This I wonder at,
[Exit Luciana.
That he, unknown to me, should be in debt:
Tell me, was he arrested on a band?"
Dro. S. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;
A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring?
Adr. What, the chain?

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

Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear. Dro. S. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, a'turns back for very fear.

Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!

Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more
than he's worth to season.

Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say,
That time comes stealing on by night and day?
If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
Enter Luciana.

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it
straight;

And bring thy master home immediately.Come, sister; I am press'd down with conceit; Conceit, my comfort, and my injury. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.

Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth
salute me

As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me, some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,

Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse; sweet And, therewithal, took measure of my body.

now, make haste.

Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?
Dro. S.
By running fast.
Adr. Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
Dro. S. No, he's in tartar limbo, worse than hell:
A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,

(1) An allusion to the redness, of the northern
lights likened to the appearance of armies.
(2) Dry, withered.

(3) Marked by nature with deformity.

Who crieth most where her nest is not.

Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for: What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'd?

(5) The officers in those days were clad in buff, which is also a cant expression for a man's skin. (6) Hell was the cant term for prison. (7) i. e. Bond. (8) Fanciful conception.

Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thcu mean?

Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the paradise, but that Adam, that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's-skin that was kill'd for the prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.

Ant. S. I understand thee not.

Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Mistress,
that you know. [Exeunt Ant. and Dro.
Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself:
A ring he hath of mine, worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promis'd me a chain!
Both one, and other, he denies me now.
The reason that I gather he is mad,

Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went (Besides this present instance of his rage,) like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob,Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. and 'rests them: he, sir, that takes pity on decayed Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits, men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.

Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer? Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he, that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his band: one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God give you good rest.

Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? inay we be gone? Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy, Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you.

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

Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Enter a Courtezan.

Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now;
Is that the chain, you promis'd me to-day?

Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me

not!

Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?
Ant. S. It is the devil.

Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God damn 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 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. Dro. S. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat, bespeak a long spoon.

Ant. S. Why, Dromio?

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

Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me
of supping?

Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress :
I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had
dinner,

Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd;
And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now, to hie home to his house,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away: This course I fittest choose;
(Eril.
For forty ducats is too much to lose.
SCENE IV.—The same. Enter Antipholus of
Ephesus, and an Officer.

Ant. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break away;
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money
To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
My wife is in a wayward mood to-day;
And will not lightly trust the messenger,
That I should be attach'd in Ephesus:
I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.-

Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a rope's end.
Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money.
How now, sir? have you that I sent you for?
Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay
them all.'

Ant. E. But where's the money?

Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee
home?

Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I return'd.

Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome [Beating him.

you.

Off. Good sir, be patient.

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

Off. Good now, hold thy tongue.

Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his

hands.

Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain! Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows.

Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass.

Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long cars. I have serv'd him from the hour of nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service, but blows: when I am cold, at he heats me with beating: when I am warm, he cools me with beating: I am waked with it, when I sleep; raised with it, when I sit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcomed 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 lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.

Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail,

A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,

A nut, a cherry-stone: but she, more covetous,
Would have a chain.

Master, be wise; and 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;
hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.
Art. S. Avaunt, thou witch Come, Dromio,

let us go,

Enter Adriana, Luciana, and the Courtezan, with
Pinch, and others.

Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming
yonder.

(1) Correct them all.

Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your I know it by their pale and deadly looks: end; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Be-They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. ware the rope's end. Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth

And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?

Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold;
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in
both.

Ant. E. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack,
To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes,
That would behold in me this shameful sport.

[Pinch and his assistants bind Ant, and Dro. Adr. O, bind him, bind him, let him not come

Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!

Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou
gaoler, thou,

I am thy prisoner; wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue?

Cour. When as your husband, all in rage, to-day Came to my house, and took away my ring, (The ring I saw upon his finger now,)

Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of Straight after, did I meet him with a chain.