Mer.
You know, since Pentecost the sum is due,
And since I have not much impórtun'd you;
Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
To Persia, and want gilders^{6 note} for my voyage:

Therefore make present satisfaction,
Or I'll attach you by this officer.

Ang.
Even just the sum, that I do owe to you,
Is growing to me^{7 note} by Antipholus:
And, in the instant that I met with you,
He had of me a chain; at five o'clock,
I shall receive the money for the same:
Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house,
I will discharge my bond, and thank you too. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, and Dromio of Ephesus, from the Courtezan's.

Off.
That labour may you save; see where he comes.

Ant. E.
While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou
And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow
Among my wife and her confederates^{8 note},
For locking me out of my doors by day.—
But soft, I see the goldsmith:—get thee gone;
Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me.

Dro. E.
I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy a rope! [Exit Dromio.

Ant. E.
A man is well holp up, that trusts to you:
I promised your presence, and the chain;
But neither chain, nor goldsmith, came to me:
Belike, you thought our love would last too long,
If it were chain'd together; and therefore came not.

Ang.
Saving your merry humour, here's the note,
How much your chain weighs to the utmost carract;
The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion;
Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
I pray you, see him presently discharg'd,

For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it.

Ant. E.
I am not furnish'd with the present money;
Besides, I have some business in the town:
Good signior, take the stranger to my house,
And with you take the chain, and bid my wife
Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof;
Perchance, I will be there as soon as you^{9 note}

Ang.
Then you will bring the chain to her yourself?

Ant. E.
No; bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.

Ang.
Well, sir, I will: Have you the chain about you?

Ant. E.
An* ^note if I have not, sir, I hope you have;
Or else you may return without your money.

Ang.
Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain;
Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,
And I, to blame, have held him here too long.

Ant. E.
Good lord, you use this dalliance, to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porcupine:
I should have chid you for not bringing it,
But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.

Mer.
The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.

Ang.
You hear, how he impórtunes me; the chain—

Ant. E.
Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your money.

Ang.
Come, come, you know, I gave it you even now;
Either send the chain, or send me by some token^{1 note}

Ant. E.
Fye, now you run this humour out of breath.
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;
If not, I'll leave him to the officer.

Ant. E.
I answer you! what should I answer you?

Ang.
The money, that you owe me for the chain.

Ant. E.
I owe you none, till I receive the chain.

Ang.
You know, I gave it you half an hour since.

Ant. E.
You gave me none; you wrong me much to say so.

Ang.
You wrong me more, sir, in denying it:
Consider; how it stands upon my credit.

Mer.
Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.

Off.
I do;
And charge you in the duke's name to obey me.

Ang.
This touches me in reputation:—
Either consent to pay this sum for me,
Or I attach you by this officer.

Ant. E.
Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.

Ang.
Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer;—
I would not spare my brother in this case,
If he should scorn me so apparently.

Off.
I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit.

Ant. E.
I do obey thee, till I give thee bail:—
But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
As all the metal in your shop will answer.

Ang.
Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus,
To your notorious shame, I doubt it not. Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

Dro. S.
Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That stays but till her owner comes aboard,
And then, sir, she bears away^{2 note}: our fraughtage, sir,
I have convey'd aboard; and I have bought
The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ.
The ship is in her trim; the merry wind
Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all,
But for their owner, master, and yourself.

Ant. E.
How now, a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep^{3 note}

Dro. S.
A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage^{4 note}

Ant. E.
Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
And told thee to what purpose, and what end.

Dro. S.
You sent me for a ropes end as soon^{5 note}

Ant. E.
I will debate this matter at more leisure,
And teach your ears to list me 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 Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Ant. E.

Dro. S.
To Adriana! that is where we din'd,
Where Dowsabel^{6 note}

She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
Thither I must, although against my will,
For servants must their masters' minds fulfil. [Exit. 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^{7 note}

Luc.
First he denied you had in him no right^{8 note}

Adr.
He meant, he did me none; the more my spight.

Luc.
Then swore he, that he was a stranger here.

Adr.
And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.

Luc.
Then pleaded I for you.

Adr.
And what said he?

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^{9 note}

Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making^{1 note}

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^{2 note}:
  My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse. Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

Dro S.
Here, go; the desk, the purse; sweet 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^{3 note}

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands
The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands* ^{note 5 note}

A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well^{6 note}

Adr.
Why, man, what is the matter?

Dro. S.
I do not know the matter; he is 'rested on the case^{8 note}

Adr.
What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose suit.

Dro. S.
I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well;
But is in a suit of buff, which 'rested him^{9 note}

Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?

Adr.
Go fetch it, sister.—This I wonder at. [Exit Luciana.
That he^{1 note}

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 gone.
It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.

Adr.
The hours come back! that did I never hear.

Dro. S.
O yes, If any hour meet a serjeant, 'a turns back for very fear.

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

Dro. S.
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 stealing on by night and day?
If he be in debt^{3 note}

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^{4 note}
As if I were their well acquainted friend^{5 note}

Dro. S.

Master, here's the gold you sent me for:

What, have you got rid of the picture of old Adam new apparell'd^{6 note}

Ant. S.

What gold is this? What Adam dost thou 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.

No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that

went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob* ^note, and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike^{7 note}

Ant. S.

What! thou mean'st an officer?

Dro. S.

Ay, sir, the serjeant 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? may 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 serjeant, 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's 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^{8 note}.

Dro. S.

Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon^{9 note}

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 all are, a sorceress:
I cónjure 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.

Dro. S.
Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail,
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood^{1 note}

, 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;
I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.

Ant. S.
Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.

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,
(Besides this present instance of his rage,)
Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner,
Of his own doors being shut 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 house,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatick,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away: This course I fittest choose;
For forty ducats is too much to lose. [Exit. 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^{2 note}

Dro. E.
Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all^{3 note}

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 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 ears^{4 note}. I have serv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, 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 sleep; rais'd with it, when I sit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcomed home with it, when I return^{5 note}: 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.