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Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say,
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:
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse. Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth salute
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
1 Fanciful conception.
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse. Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for : What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparell'd? Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thou
mean? Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the paradise, but that Adam, that keeps the prison : he that goes in the calf's-skin that was kill'd for the prodigal ; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.
Ant. S. I understand thee not.
Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.
Ant. S. What! thoa mean'st an officer ?
Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he, that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his band: one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God give you good rest.
Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?
Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night? and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy, Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you.
Ant. S. The fellow is dictract, and so am I;
Enter a Courtezan.
Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus.
Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me not!
Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God damn me, that's as much as to say, God make me a light wench. It is written, they appear to men like angels of light : light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn; Come not near her. Cour. Your man and you are marvellous
sir. Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here.
Dro. S. Master, if you do expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
Ant. S. Why, Dromio?
Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must eat with the devil. Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the 'paring of one's
Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain;
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come Dromio, let
Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Mistress,
you know. [Exeunt Ant, and Dro,
shut the doors against his way.
is now, to hie home to his house,
Enter AntiPHOLUS of Ephesus, and an Officer.
Ant. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break away;
Enter Dromio of Ephesus with a rope's end. Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money. How now, sir? have
that I sent you for? Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay
Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am
[Beating him. Off. Good sir, be patient.
Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
2 Correct them all.