_Dro. S._ 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 fury, pitiless and rough; 35 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 dry-foot well; One that, before the Judgment, carries poor souls to hell. 40 _Adr._ Why, man, what is the matter? _Dro. S._ I do not know the matter: he is ’rested on the case. _Adr._ What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit. _Dro. S._ 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. 45 Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk? _Adr._ Go fetch it, sister. [_Exit Luciana._] This I wonder at, That he, unknown to me, should be in debt. Tell me, was he arrested on a band? _Dro. S._ Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; 50 A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring? _Adr._ What, the chain? _Dro. S._ No, no, the bell: ’tis time that I were gone: It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one. _Adr._ The hours come back! that did I never hear. 55 _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, That Time comes stealing on by night and day? 60 If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day? _Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse._ _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,-- 65 Conceit, my comfort and my injury. [_Exeunt._ NOTES: IV, 2.