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Here, go - the desk, the purse, sweat now, make haste.
LUCIANA
How hast thou lost thy breath?
DROMIO S.
By running fast. [30]
ADRIANA
Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?
DROMIO S.
No. He’s in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,
One whose hard heart is buttoned up with steel,
A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; [35]
A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
A backfriend, 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. [40]
ADRIANA
Why, man, what is the matter?
DROMIO S.
I do not know the matter, he is ’rested on the case.
ADRIANA
What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
DROMIO S.
I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
But is in a suit of buff which ’rested him, that can I tell. [45]
Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
ADRIANA Exit Luciana.
Go fetch it, sister.
This I wonder at,
