Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that breaks his [band]; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and [says], ’God give you 30 good rest!’
Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any [ship] puts forth to-night? may we be gone?
Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition [put] forth to-night; and then were 35 you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you.
Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I;
And here we wander in illusions:
Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
[Enter] a Courtezan.
40 Cour. Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.
I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:
Is that the chain you promised me to-day?