feat_summary_path: finished_summaries/shmoop/The Comedy of Errors/section_7_part_0.txt
feat_book_id: The Comedy of Errors.act iv.scene ii
feat_summary_id: act iv, scene ii
feat_summary: {"name": "Act IV, Scene ii", "url": "https://web.archive.org/web/20201219160210/https://www.shmoop.com/study-guides/literature/comedy-of-errors/summary/act-iv-scene-ii", "summary": "At E. Antipholus's house, the women are a mess. Luciana tells Adriana about E. Antipholus's proclamations of love. Adriana wants every dirty detail of her husband's trespass. Luciana admits that S. Antipholus's words were exactly the right kind to win a girl--if a girl were to be won, of course. This continues on for a while, with Adriana declaring her hatred for E. Antipholus, even as she still prays for him. S. Dromio arrives, out of breath, and explains that Antipholus has been jailed. S. Dromio can't explain the details exactly, but h gets the bail money from Adriana and rushes off. Adriana is left to wonder at why her husband is locked up.", "analysis": ""}
text: SCENE II.
  
  The house of _ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus_.
  
    _Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA._
  
  _Adr._ 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?
  What observation madest thou, in this case,                          5
  Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?
  
  _Luc._ First he denied you had in him no right.
  
  _Adr._ He meant he did me none; the more my spite.
  
  _Luc._ Then swore he that he was a stranger here.
  
  _Adr._ And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.              10
  
  _Luc._ Then pleaded I for you.
  
  _Adr._                       And what said he?
  
  _Luc._ That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me.
  
  _Adr._ With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
  
  _Luc._ With words that in an honest suit might move.
  First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.                      15
  
  _Adr._ Didst speak him fair?
  
  _Luc._                      Have patience, I beseech.
  
  _Adr._ I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
  My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
  He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
  Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;                      20
  Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
  Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
  
  _Luc._ Who would be jealous, then, of such a one?
  No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
  
  _Adr._ Ah, but I think him better than I say,                       25
      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.
  
    _Enter _DROMIO of Syracuse_._
  
  _Dro. S._ Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
  
  _Luc._ How hast thou lost thy breath?
  
  _Dro. S._                            By running fast.               30
  
  _Adr._ Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
  
  _Dro. S._ 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;                                35
  A wolf, nay, worse; a fellow all in buff;
  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 dry-foot well;
  One that, before the Judgment, carries poor souls to hell.          40
  
  _Adr._ Why, man, what is the matter?
  
  _Dro. S._ I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
  
  _Adr._ What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
  
  _Dro. 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.      45
  Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
  
  _Adr._ 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?
  
  _Dro. S._ Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;                   50
  A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
  
  _Adr._ What, the chain?
  
  _Dro. S._ No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
  It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.
  
  _Adr._ The hours come back! that did I never hear.                  55
  
  _Dro. S._ O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, 'a turns back
          for very fear.
  
  _Adr._ As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
  
  _Dro. S._ 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?                       60
  If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
  Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
  
    _Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse._
  
  _Adr._ Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
    And bring thy master home immediately.
  Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit,--                     65
    Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
  
      [_Exeunt._
  
  
  
    NOTES: IV, 2.
  
    SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope.
    2: _austerely_] _assuredly_ Heath conj.
    4: _or sad or_] _sad_ Capell.
    _merrily_] _merry_ Collier MS.
    6: _Of_] F2 F3 F4. _Oh,_ F1.
    7: _you_] _you; you_ Capell.
    _no_] _a_ Rowe.
    18: _his_] _it's_ Rowe.
    22: _in mind_] F1. _the mind_ F2 F3 F4.
    26: _herein_] _he in_ Hanmer.
    29: SCENE IV. Pope.
    _sweet_] _swift_ Collier MS.
    33: _hath him_] _hath him fell_ Collier MS. _hath him by the heel_
      Spedding conj.
    34: _One_] F2 F3 F4. _On_ F1.
    After this line Collier MS. inserts: _Who knows no touch of mercy,
      cannot feel_.
    35: _fury_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _Fairie_ Ff.
    37: _countermands_] _commands_ Theobald.
    38: _of_] _and_ Collier MS.
    _alleys_] _allies_ Ff.
    _lands_] _lanes_ Grey conj. See note (V).
    37, 38: _countermands The ... lands_] _his court maintains I' the
      ... lanes_ Becket conj.
    42, 45: _'rested_] Theobald. _rested_ Ff.
    43: _Tell_] _Well, tell_ Edd. conj.
    44: _arrested well;_] F1. _arrested, well;_ F2 F3.
      _arrested: well:_ F4.
    45: _But he's_] F3 F4. _But is_ F1 F2. _But 'a's_ Edd. conj.
    _can I_] F1 F2. _I can_ F3 F4.
    46: _mistress, redemption_] Hanmer. _Mistris redemption_ F1 F2 F3.
      _Mistris Redemption_ F4. See note (VI).
    48: _That_] _Thus_ F1.
    49, 50: _band_] _bond_ Rowe.
    50: _but on_] _but_ Pope.
    54-62: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
    55: _hear_] _here_ F1.
    56: _'a turns_] _it turns_ Pope. _he turns_ Capell.
    58: _bankrupt_] _bankrout_ Ff.
    _to season_] om. Pope.
    61: _Time_] Rowe. _I_ Ff. _he_ Malone. _'a_ Staunton.
    62: _an hour_] _any hour_ Collier MS.
  
  
  
feat_summary_name: Act IV, Scene ii
target: At E. Antipholus's house, the women are a mess. Luciana tells Adriana about E. Antipholus's proclamations of love. Adriana wants every dirty detail of her husband's trespass. Luciana admits that S. Antipholus's words were exactly the right kind to win a girl--if a girl were to be won, of course. This continues on for a while, with Adriana declaring her hatred for E. Antipholus, even as she still prays for him. S. Dromio arrives, out of breath, and explains that Antipholus has been jailed. S. Dromio can't explain the details exactly, but h gets the bail money from Adriana and rushes off. Adriana is left to wonder at why her husband is locked up.