Every person I meet greets me like an old friend, and every one of them knows my name. Some of them give me money, some invite me places, some thank me for the kind things I've done for them, some try to sell me things. Just now a tailor showed me fabrics he bought especially for me and then started to take my measurements. These are tricks of the imagination, and this place is filled with magicians.
Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE enters.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Master, here's The gold you sent me for. What, have you got
the picture of old Adam new-appareled?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Here's the money you wanted, master. Hey, have you gotten rid of that Adam
?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean?
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What gold is this? Who's this Adam you speak of?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
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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.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Not the Adam from the garden of Eden, but the Adam from the jailhouse. The one that wears leather clothes. The one that grabbed you and arrested you.