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Scene III IT

Enter Antipholus of Syracuse.

ANTIPHOLUS 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 called me in his shop
And showed 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.

DROMIO S.

Master, here’s the gold you sent me for. What, have you got the picture of
old Adam new-apparelled?

ANTIPHOLUS S.

What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean? [15]

DROMIO S.

Not that Adam that kept the paradise, but that 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. [20]

ANTIPHOLUS S.

I understand thee not.

DROMIO S.

No? Why, ’tis a plain case: he that went like a bass viol in a case of
leather; the man, sir, that when gentlemen are tired gives them a sob and
rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men and gives them suits
[25] of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace
than a morris-pike.