But, lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,
I'll stop my ears against the mermaid's song.

Ang. Master Antipholus ?
Ant. S. Ay, that's my name.

Ang. I know it well, sir. Lo, here is the chain;
I thought to have ta'en you at the Porcupine.
The chain unfinished made me stay thus long.

Ant. S. What is your will, that I shall do with this?
Ang. What please yourself, sir; I have made it for you.
Ant. S. Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.

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.
Enter a Merchant, ANGELO, and an Officer.
Mer. You know, since Pentecost the sum is due,
And since I have not much importuned you;
Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
To Persia, and want gilders 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 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 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 !

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 chained together; and therefore came not.

Ang. Saving your merry humor, here's the note,
How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat;
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 discharged,
For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it.

Ant. E. I am not furnished with the present money;
Besides, I have some business in the town.
Good seignior, 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.

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.
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. Our fraughtage, sir,
I have conveyed 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, 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;
You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

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 covered 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 MER., Ang., Officer, and ANT.
Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where we dined,
Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband;
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 ?

Looked he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily ?
What observation mad'st thou, in this case,
Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?

Luc. First, he denied you had in him no right.
Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my

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.

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.
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,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere;
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
No evil lost is wailed 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; 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 hath him;
One, whose hard heart is buttoned up with steel;
A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough ;
A wolf; nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands
The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well;
One that, before the judgment, carries poor souls to hell.

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter?
Dro. S. I do not know the matter; he is 'rested on the

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; 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.
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 sergeant, a' turns -

back for very fear.

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