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 Oyl, 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 your self.

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. Dro.
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 list 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 masters minds fulfil. [Exit.

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