10 Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
Dro. S. Master, here’s the gold you sent me for.—
[What, have] you [got] the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?
Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?
15 Dro. S. Not that Adam that kept the Paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison: he that goes in the [calf’s skin] that was killed for the Prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.
Ant. S. I understand thee not.
20 Dro. S. No? why, ’tis a plain case: he that went, like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a [sob], and [’rests] them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with 25 his mace than a [morris]-pike.
Ant. S. What, thou meanest an officer?