| ACT IV SCENE II | The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus. | |
| | Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA | |
| ADRIANA | Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so? | |
| | Mightst 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? | 5 |
| | What observation madest 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. | 10 |
| 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? | 15 |
| LUCIANA | With words that in an honest suit might move. | |
| | First he did praise my beauty, then my speech. | |
| ADRIANA | Didst speak him fair? | |
| LUCIANA | Have patience, I beseech. | |
| ADRIANA | I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; | 20 |
| | My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will. | |
| | He is deformed, crooked, old and sere, | |
| | Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; | |
| | Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind; | |
| | Stigmatical in making, worse in mind. | 25 |
| 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: | 30 |
| | 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? | 35 |
| 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 fury, pitiless and rough; | |
| | A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; | 40 |
| | 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. | 45 |
| 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. | 50 |
| | Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk? | |
| ADRIANA | 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? | 55 |
| 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 | 60 |
| | 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! | 65 |
| 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 Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way, | 70 |
| | Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day? | |
| | Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse | |
| 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. | 75 |
| | Exeunt | |