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Dro. S. No, no, the bell: 'tis time, that I were
It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes
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.
Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason?
Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth, to season.
Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say,
Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
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.
Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.
Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth salute me
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
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 apparel'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 'em suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morris-pike.
Ant. S. What! thou 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 distract, and so am I; And here we wander in illusions;
Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
Enter a Courtezan.
Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholus.
Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me
Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?
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, merry, 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 supping?
Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,
Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd;
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail,
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
A nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous,
Master, be wise; an' if you give it her,
The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it.
Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain; I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come Dromio, let us go.
Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Mistress, that you know.
[Exeunt Ant. and Dro.
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
And tell his wife, that, being lunatick,