SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope. 2: _austerely_] _assuredly_ Heath conj. 4: _or sad or_] _sad_ Capell. _merrily_] _merry_ Collier MS. 6: _Of_] F2 F3 F4. _Oh,_ F1. 7: _you_] _you; you_ Capell. _no_] _a_ Rowe. 18: _his_] _it’s_ Rowe. 22: _in mind_] F1. _the mind_ F2 F3 F4. 26: _herein_] _he in_ Hanmer. 29: SCENE IV. Pope. _sweet_] _swift_ Collier MS. 33: _hath him_] _hath him fell_ Collier MS. _hath him by the heel_ Spedding conj. 34: _One_] F2 F3 F4. _On_ F1. After this line Collier MS. inserts: _Who knows no touch of mercy, cannot feel_. 35: _fury_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _Fairie_ Ff. 37: _countermands_] _commands_ Theobald. 38: _of_] _and_ Collier MS. _alleys_] _allies_ Ff. _lands_] _lanes_ Grey conj. See note (V). 37, 38: _countermands The ... lands_] _his court maintains I’ the ... lanes_ Becket conj. 42, 45: _’rested_] Theobald. _rested_ Ff. 43: _Tell_] _Well, tell_ Edd. conj. 44: _arrested well;_] F1. _arrested, well;_ F2 F3. _arrested: well:_ F4. 45: _But he’s_] F3 F4. _But is_ F1 F2. _But ’a’s_ Edd. conj. _can I_] F1 F2. _I can_ F3 F4. 46: _mistress, redemption_] Hanmer. _Mistris redemption_ F1 F2 F3. _Mistris Redemption_ F4. See note (VI). 48: _That_] _Thus_ F1. 49, 50: _band_] _bond_ Rowe. 50: _but on_] _but_ Pope. 54-62: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope. 55: _hear_] _here_ F1. 56: _’a turns_] _it turns_ Pope. _he turns_ Capell. 58: _bankrupt_] _bankrout_ Ff. _to season_] om. Pope. 61: _Time_] Rowe. _I_ Ff. _he_ Malone. _’a_ Staunton. 62: _an hour_] _any hour_ Collier MS. _SCENE III. A public place._ _Enter _ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse_._ _Ant. S._ There’s not a man I meet but doth salute me 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; 5 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, 10 And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here. _Enter _DROMIO of Syracuse_._ _Dro. S._ Master, here’s the gold you sent me for.-- What, have you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled? _Ant. S._ What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean? _Dro. S._ Not that Adam that kept the Paradise, but that 15 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.