By running fast.
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[; ]
35 A fiend, a [fury], pitiless and rough;
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;