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ADRIANA: Luciana, did he tempt thee so? Mightest thou perceive austerely in his eye that he did plead in earnest, yea or no?
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.
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 begged for you, he begged of me.
ADRIANA: With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
LUCIANA: With words that in an honest suit might move. First, he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
ADRIANA: Didst speak him fair?
ADRIANA: Have patience, I beseech!
ADRIANA: I cannot, nor I will not hold me still! My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
He is crooked, old, and sere, ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere!
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind, stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
LUCIANA: Who would be jealous then of such a one? No evil lost is wailed 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. My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
DROMIO S: Here -- go -- desk -- purse -- sweet now make haste!
LUCIANA: How hast thou lost thy breath?
DROMIO S: By running fast.
ADRIANA: Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?
DROMIO S: No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
ADRIANA: Why man, what is the matter?
DROMIO S: I do not know the matter: he is arrested 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 he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.
Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
ADRIANA: Go fetch it, sister. This I wonder at, that he, unknown to me, should be in debt. Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
DROMIO S: Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; a chain, a chain ... do you not hear it ring?
ADRIANA: What, the chain?
DROMIO S: No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone! It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.
ADRIANA: Go Dromio, there's the money, bear it straight, and bring thy master home immediately.
Come sister, I am pressed down with conceit. Conceit, my comfort and my injury.