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.

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