SCENE II. The same

ACT IV

[Enter Adriana and Luciana.]

ADRIANA

Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?

Might’st thou perceive austerely in his eye

That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?

Look’d 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?

LUCIANA

First he denied you had in him no right.

ADRIANA

He meant he did me none; the more my spite.

LUCIANA

Then swore he that he was a stranger here.

ADRIANA

And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.

LUCIANA

Then pleaded I for you.

ADRIANA

And what said he?

LUCIANA

That love I begg’d for you he begg’d of me.

ADRIANA

With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?

LUCIANA

With words that in an honest suit might move.

First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.

ADRIANA

Did’st speak him fair?

LUCIANA

Have patience, I beseech.

ADRIANA

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-fac’d, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;

Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,

Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

LUCIANA

Who would be jealous then of such a one?

No evil lost is wail’d when it is gone.

ADRIANA

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.]

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

Here, go; the desk, the purse, sweet now, make haste.

LUCIANA

How hast thou lost thy breath?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

By running fast.

ADRIANA

Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

No, he’s in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.

A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,

One whose hard heart is button’d 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 dryfoot well,

One that, before the judgement, carries poor souls to hell.

ADRIANA

Why, man, what is the matter?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

I do not know the matter. He is ’rested on the case.

ADRIANA

What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well;

But he’s in a suit of buff which ’rested him, that can I tell.

Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?

ADRIANA

Go fetch it, sister. This I wonder at,

[Exit Luciana.]

Thus he unknown to me should be in debt. Tell me, was he arrested on a band?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;

A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?

ADRIANA

What, the chain?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

No, no, the bell, ’tis time that I were gone.

It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.

ADRIANA

The hours come back! That did I never hear.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, ’a turns back for very fear.

ADRIANA

As if time were in debt. How fondly dost thou reason!

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

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

That time comes stealing on by night and day?

If he be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,

Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?

[Enter Luciana.]

ADRIANA

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.]