Dro. Master, there's a Barke of Epidamium, That staies but till her Owner comes aboord, And then sir she beares away. Our fraughtage sir, I haue conuei'd aboord, and I haue bought The Oyle, the Balsamum, and Aqua-vitae. The ship is in her trim, the merrie winde Blowes faire from land: they stay for nought at all, But for their Owner, Master, and your selfe An. How now? a Madman? Why thou peeuish sheep What ship of Epidamium staies for me S.Dro. A ship you sent me too, to hier waftage Ant. Thou drunken slaue, I sent thee for a rope, And told thee to what purpose, and what end S.Dro. You sent me for a ropes end as soone, You sent me to the Bay sir, for a Barke Ant. I will debate this matter at more leisure And teach your eares to list me with more heede: To Adriana Villaine hie thee straight: Giue her this key, and tell her in the Deske That's couer'd o're with Turkish Tapistrie, There is a purse of Duckets, let her send it: Tell her, I am arrested in the streete, And that shall baile me: hie thee slaue, be gone, On Officer to prison, till it come. Exeunt. S.Dromio. To Adriana, that is where we din'd, Where Dowsabell did claime me for her husband, She is too bigge I hope for me to compasse, Thither I must, although against my will: For seruants must their Masters mindes fulfill. Exit Enter Adriana and Luciana. Adr. Ah Luciana, did he tempt thee so? Might'st thou perceiue austeerely in his eie, That he did plead in earnest, yea or no: Look'd he or red or pale, or sad or merrily? What obseruation mad'st thou in this case? Oh, his hearts Meteors tilting in his face Luc. First he deni'de you had in him no right Adr. He meant he did me none: the more my spight Luc. Then swore he that he was a stranger heere Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworne hee were Luc. Then pleaded I for you Adr. And what said he? Luc. That loue I begg'd for you, he begg'd of me Adr. With what perswasion did he tempt thy loue? Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might moue. First, he did praise my beautie, then my speech Adr. Did'st speake him faire? Luc. Haue patience I beseech Adr. I cannot, nor I will not hold me still. My tongue, though not my heart, shall haue his will. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, Ill-fac'd, worse bodied, shapelesse euery where: Vicious, vngentle, foolish, blunt, vnkinde, Stigmaticall in making worse in minde Luc. Who would be iealous then of such a one? No euill lost is wail'd, when it is gone Adr. Ah but I thinke him better then I say: And yet would herein others eies were worse: Farre from her nest the Lapwing cries away; My heart praies for him, though my tongue doe curse. Enter S.Dromio. Dro. Here goe: the deske, the purse, sweet now make haste Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath? S.Dro. By running fast