Enter ANTIPHOLUS and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE and a MERCHANT.MERCHANT.Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum,Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.This very day a Syracusian merchantIs apprehended for arrival here,And, not being able to buy out his life,According to the statute of the townDies ere the weary sun set in the west.There is your money that I had to keep.ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.Within this hour it will be dinnertime;Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,And then return and sleep within mine inn,For with long travel I am stiff and weary.Get thee away.DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.Many a man would take you at your word,And go indeed, having so good a mean.[Exit DROMIO.]ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,When I am dull with care and melancholy,Lightens my humour with his merry jests.What, will you walk with me about the town,And then go to my inn and dine with me?MERCHANT.I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,Of whom I hope to make much benefit.I crave your pardon.

Soon, at five o'clock,Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,And afterward consort you till bedtime.My present business calls me from you now.ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.Farewell till then: I will go lose myself,And wander up and down to view the city.