_Ant. E._ I answer you! what should I answer you? _Ang._ The money that you owe me for the chain. _Ant. E._ I owe you none till I receive the chain. _Ang._ You know I gave it you half an hour since. 65 _Ant. E._ You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so. _Ang._ You wrong me more, sir, in denying it: Consider how it stands upon my credit. _Sec. Mer._ Well, officer, arrest him at my suit. _Off._ I do; and charge you in the duke’s name to obey me. 70 _Ang._ This touches me in reputation. Either consent to pay this sum for me, Or I attach you by this officer. _Ant. E._ Consent to pay thee that I never had! Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest. 75 _Ang._ Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer. I would not spare my brother in this case, If he should scorn me so apparently. _Off._ I do arrest you, sir: you hear the suit. _Ant. E._ I do obey thee till I give thee bail. 80 But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear As all the metal in your shop will answer. _Ang._ Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus, To your notorious shame; I doubt it not. _Enter _DROMIO of Syracuse_, from the bay._ _Dro. S._ Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum 85 That stays but till her owner comes aboard, And then, sir, she bears away. Our fraughtage, sir, I have convey’d aboard; and I have bought The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ. The ship is in her trim; the merry wind 90 Blows fair from land: they stay for nought at all But for their owner, master, and yourself. _Ant. E._ How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep, What ship of Epidamnum stays for me? _Dro. S._ A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage. 95 _Ant. E._ Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope, And told thee to what purpose and what end. _Dro. S._ You sent me for a rope’s end as soon: You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark. _Ant. E._ I will debate this matter at more leisure, 100 And teach your ears to list me with more heed. To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight: Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk That’s cover’d o’er with Turkish tapestry There is a purse of ducats; let her send it: 105 Tell her I am arrested in the street, And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave, be gone! On, officer, to prison till it come. [_Exeunt Sec. Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Ant. E._ _Dro. S._ To Adriana! that is where we dined, Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband: 110 She is too big, I hope, for me to compass. Thither I must, although against my will, For servants must their masters’ minds fulfil. [_Exit._ NOTES: IV, 1.