Ant. E. How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
95 Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope,
And told thee to what purpose and what end.
Dro. S. [You sent me] for a rope’s end as soon:
You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
100 Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,
And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight: