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ANTIPHOLUS S.
What, thou meanest an officer?
DROMIO S.
Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that
breaks his band; one that [30] thinks a man always going to bed, and says,
‘God give you good rest.’
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ships puts forth tonight?
May we be gone?
DROMIO S.
Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since [35] that the bark Expedition
put forth tonight, and then were you hindered by the sergeant to tarry for
the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
The fellow is distract, and so am I, [40]
And here we wander in illusions,
Some blessèd power deliver us from hence!
Enter a Courtesan.
COURT ESAN
Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now.
Is that the chain you promised me today? [45]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
DROMIO S.
Master, is this Mistress Satan?
ANTIPHOLUS S.
It is the devil.
DROMIO S.
Nay, she is worse, she is the devil’s dam; and here she comes in the habit
