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But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
Ang. I know it well, sir. Lo, here is the chain;
Ant. S. What is your will, that I shall do with this?
Ang. Not once nor twice, but twenty times you have. Go home with it, and please your wife withal; And soon at supper-time I'll visit you, And then receive my money for the chain.
Ant. S. I pray you, sir, receive the money now, For fear you ne'er see chain, nor money, more.
Ang. You are a merry man, sir; fare you well. [Exit.
Ant. S. What I should think of this, I cannot tell; But this I think, there's no man is so vain, That would refuse so fair an offered chain. I see, a man here needs not live by shifts, When in the streets he meets such golden gifts. I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay; If any ship put out, then straight away. [Exit.
SCENE I. The same.
Ang. Even just the sum that I do owe to you,
I shall receive the money for the same.
from the Courtesan's. Off. That labor 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, 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 !
Ang. Saving your merry humor, here's the note,
Ant. E. I am not furnished with the present money;
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 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, despatch. Ang. You hear how ke importunes 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.
Ant. E. Fie! now you run this humor out of breath. Come, where's the chain ? I pray you let me see it.
Mer. My business cannot brook this dalliance.
Ant. E. I answer you! what should I answer you?
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 !
Ang. Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer.
Off. I do arrest you, sir; you hear the suit.
Ant. E. I do obey thee, till I give thee bail ;
Ang. Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus,
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
Ant. E. How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
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Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
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 rope's end as soon;
Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
[Exeunt MER., Ang., Officer, and ANT.
SCENE II. The same.
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so ?
Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye
Looked he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily ?
Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right.
And what said he? Luc. That love I begged for you, he begged 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 ?
Have patience, I beseech.
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
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; 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.
Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?
Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well; But is in a suit of buff, which 'rested him; that can I tell. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his
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 gone.
Adr. The hours come back! that did I never hear.
back for very fear.