Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
That’s cover’d o’er with Turkish tapestry
105 There is a purse of ducats; let her send it:
Tell her I am arrested in the street,
And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave, be gone!
On, officer, to prison till it come.
Exeunt Sec. Merchant, Angelo, Officer, and Ant. E.
Dro. S. To Adriana! that is where we dined,
110 Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband:
She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.