S. Dro.
Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum,
That stays but till her owner comes aboard;
Then, Sir, she bears away. 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.

E. Ant.
How now! a mad man! why, thou peevish sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

S. Dro.
A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.

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

S. Dro.
You sent me for a rope's-end as soon:
You sent me to the bay, Sir, for a bark.

E. Ant.
I will debate this matter at more leisure
And teach your ears to lift me with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie thee strait,
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.

S. Dro.
To Adriana! that is where we din'd,
Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband;
She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
Thither I must, altho' against my will,
For servants must their master's minds fulfil. [Exit.

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