Scene III.A Public Place.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.
Ant. S. There's not a man I meet but doth
As if I were their well acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me; some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal, took measure of my body.
Sure these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent
What! have you got the picture of old Adam
Ant. S. What gold is this? What Adam dost
Dro. S. Not that Adam that kept the Para-
dise, but that Adam that keeps the prison: he
that goes in the calf's skin that was killed 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, thou meanest 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
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.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?
Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt
Dro. S. Master, is this Mistress Satan?
Ant. S. It is the devil.
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 bum. 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,
so 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 thee, 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
Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd,
And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of
A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
A nut, a cherry-stone;
But she, more covetous, would have a chain.
Master, be wise: an if you give it her,
The devil will shake her chain and fright us
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: mis-
tress, that you know.
[Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and
DROMIO of Syracuse.
Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promis'd me a chain:
Both one and other he denies me now.
The reason that I gather he is mad,
Besides this present instance of his rage,
Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to hie home to his house,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away. This course I fittest choose,
For forty ducats is too much to lose. [Exit.