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Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

A devil in an everlasting garment hath him, Dro. S. Master, there is a bark of Epidamnum, One, whose hard heart is button'd up with steel; That stays but till her owner comes aboard, A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough; And then, sir, bears away: our fraughtage, sir, A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff; I bave convey'd aboard; and I have bought

A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one, that coudThe oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitæ.

termands The ship is in her trim; the merry wind

The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrowlands; Blows fair from land: They stay for nought at all, A hoand, that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot But for their owner, master, and yourself.


[hell. Ant. E. How now! a madman? Why, thou One that, before the judgment, carries poor souls to peevish sheep,

Adr. Why, man, what is the matter? What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

Dro. S. I do not know the matter; he is ’rested Dro. S. A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.

on the case.

(suit. Ant. E. Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a Adr. What, is he arrested? tell me, at whose rope;

Dro. S. I know not at whose suit he is arrested, And told thee to what purpose, and what end.

[can I tell : Dro. S. You sent me, sir, fora rope's end as soon : But he's in a suit of buff, which 'rested him, that You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.

Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money Ant. E. I will debate this matter at more leisure,

in the desk? And teach your ears to listen with more heed. Adr. Go fetch it, sister.-This I wonder at. To Adriana, villain, bie thee straight;

(Exit Luciana. Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk That he, unknown to me, should be in debt :That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,

Tell me, was he arrested on a band ? There is a purse of ducats; let her send it;

Dro. S. Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; Tell her I am arrested in the street,

A chain, a chain; do you not hear it ring? And that shall bail me: hie thee, slave; be gone.

Adr. What, the chain?

(gone. On, officer, to prison, till it come.

Dro. S. No, no, the bell: 'tis time, that I were (Exeunt Merchant, Angelo, Oficer, and Ant. E. It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes Dro. S. To Adriana! That is where we din'd,

[hear. Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband :

Adr. The hours come back! that did I never She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.

Dro. S. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, Thither I must, although against my will,

a 'turns back for very fear. For servants must their masters’ minds fulfil. [Exit. Adr. As if time were in debt! how fondly dost

thou reason? Scene II.-The same.

Dro. S. Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more Enter ADRIANA and Luciana.'

than he's worth, to season.

Nay, he's a thief too: Have you not heard men say, Adr. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so ? That time comes stealing on by night and day?

Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye, If he be in debt, and theft, and a sergeant in the way, That be did plead in earnest, yea or no?

Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day? Look'a he or red, or pale; or sad, or merrily? What observation mad'st thou in this case,

Enter LUCIANA. Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?

Adr. Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it Luc. First, he denied you bad in him no right. Adr. He meant, he did me none; the more my


And bring thy master home immediately. spite. Luc. Then swore he, that he was a stranger here.

Come, sister; I am press'd down with conceit; Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he

Conceit, my comfort, and my injury. (Exeunt. Luc. Then pleaded I for you.


Scene III.- The same. Adr.

And what said he? Luc. That love, I begg'd for you, he begg'd of

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth Adr. With what persuasion did he tempt thy

salute ine love?

(move. As if I were their well-acquainted friend; Luc. With words, that in an honest suit might And every one doth call me by my name. First, he did praise my beauty; then, my speech. Some tender money to me, soine invite me; Adr. Did'st speak bim fair ?

Soine other give me thanks for kindnesses; Luc.

Have patience, I beseech. Some offer me commodities to buy:
Adr. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still; Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,
My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere, [will. And, therewithal, took measure of my body.
Ill-fac’d, worse-bodied, shapeless every where; Sure these are but imaginary wiles,
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blant, uukind;

And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
Stigmatical in making, worse in inind.
Luc. Who would be jealous then of such a one?

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.
No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.

Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for : Adr. Ab! but I think him better than I say, What, have you got the picture of old Adam new And yet would herein others' eyes were worse: apparell’d?

(thou mean? Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;

Ant. S. What gold is this? What Adam dost My heart prays for him, though my tongue do

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; Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

be, that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, Dro. S. Here, go; the desk, the purse ; sweet and bid you forsake your liberty. now, make haste.

Ant. Š. I understand thee not. Luc. How hast thou lost thy breath?

Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case : he that went Dro.s.

By running fast. like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, Adr. Where is thy master, Dromío ? is he well? | that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, Dro.S. No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell: and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed



men, and gives them saits of duranoc ; he, that sets

SCENE IV.- The same. up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and an Oficer. a morris-pike. Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer?

Ant. E. Fear me pot, man, I will not break away; Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his

To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for. band; one, that thinks a man always going to bed, My wife is in a wayward mood to-day; and says, God give you good rest!

And will not lightly trust the messenger, Ant. s. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is

That I should be attach'd in Ephesus : there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears. gone?

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus, with a rope's end. Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money. since, that the bark, Expedition, put forth to-night; How now, sir? have you that I sent you for? and theu were you hindered by the sergeant, tó Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pa tarry for the hoy, Delay : Here are the angels that

them all. you sent for, to deliver you.

Ant. E. But where's the money? Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I; Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope. And here we wander in illusions;

Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope ? Some blessed power deliver us from bence!

Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate. Enter a Courtezan.

Aut. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?

Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end Cour. Well met, well met, master Antipholas.

am I returned. I see, sir, you bave found the goldsmith now :

Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?

you. Anl. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt me not!

(Beating him.) Off. Good sir, be patient.

(adversity Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?

Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in Ant. S. It is the devil.

Off. Good now, hold thy tongue. Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's

Dro. E. Nay,ratber persuade him to hold his hands. dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light

Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain! wench; and thereof comes that the wenches say,

Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I God damn me, that's as much as to say, God make might not feel your blows. me a light wench. It is written, they appear to men Ånt. E. Thon art sensible in nothing but blows, like angels of light : light is an effect of fire, and and so is an ass. fire will bard; ergo, light wenches will burn; come Dro. E, I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it not near her.

[sir. by my long ears. I have served him from the hour Cour. Yoar man and you are marvellous merry, of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here. his hands for my service but blows: When I am

Dro. S. Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, cold, he heats me with beating: when I am warm, or bespeak a long spoon.

be cools me with beating. I am waked with it, Ant. S. Why, Dromio?

when I sleep; raised with it, when I sit ; driven Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that

out of doors with it, when I go from home; welmust eat with the devil.

comed home with it, when I return: Nay, I bear Art. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me

it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; of sapping ?

and, I think, when he hath lamed me, I shall beg Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress :

with it from door to door. I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.

Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner, | Enter ADRIANA, Luciana, and the Cour tezan, with Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd;

Pinch, and others. And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's

yonder. nail,

Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end; A rosh, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,

or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, Beware the A nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous,

rope's end. Would have a chain.

Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ? (Beats him.) Master, be wise; an' if you give it her,

Cour. How say you now? is not your husband mad? The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it. Adr. His incivility confirms no less.

Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain; Good doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer; I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.

Establish bim in his true sense again, Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let And I will please you what you will demand.

Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock : Mistress, Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstasy! that you know

Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your (Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro. S. pulse. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. Else would he never so demean himself :

Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, A ring be hath of mine worth forty ducats, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And for the same be promis'd me a chain ;

And to thy state of darkness híe thee straight; Both one, and other, he denies me now.

I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. The reason that I gather he is mad,

Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not (Besides this present instance of his rage,)

mad. Is a mad tale, he told to-day at dinner,

Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul ! Of bis own doors being shut against his entrance. Ant. E. You, minion, you, are these your cus. Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,

tomers? On parpose shut the door against his way.

Did this companion with the saffron face My way is now, to hie home to his house,

Revel and feast it at my house to-day, And tell his wife, that, being lanatic,

Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shat, He rush'd into my house, and took perforce And I denied to enter in my house? My ring away: This course I fittest choose ; Adr. O busband, God doth know, you din'd at For forty ducats is too much to lose. [Exit.



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Where 'would you had remain’d until this time, Adr. Go, bear bim hence.-Sister, go you with
Free from these slanders, and this open shame!
Ant. E. I din'd at home! Thou villain, what [Exeunt Pinch and Assistants, with Ant. E.
say'st thou ?


and Dro. E. Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I Off. One Angelo, a goldsmith : Do you know him? shut out?

(shut out. Adr. I know the man: What is the sum he owes? Dro. E. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you Off. Two hundred ducats. Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there? Adr.

Say, how grows it due ? Dro. E. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. Off. Due for a chain, your husband had of him. Ant. E. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, Adr. He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not. and scorn me?

[you. Cour. When as your busband, all in rage, to-day Dro. E.Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn's Came to my house, and took away my ring, Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from thence? (The ring I saw upon his finger now,) Dro. E. In verity you did ;-my bones bear Straight after, did I meet him with a chain. witness,

Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it :That since have felt the vigour of his rage. Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is,

Adr. Is't good to sooth him in these contraries? I long to know the truth hereof at large.

Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, with his rapier Ant. E. Thou hast suboru'd the goldsmith to

drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse. arrest me.

Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, Adr. And come with baked swords ; let's eall By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.

more help, Dro. E. Money by me? heart and good-will you To have them bound again. might,


Away, they'll kill us. Bat, surely, master, not a rag of money.

(Exeunt Officer, Adr. and Luc. Ant. E.' Went'st not thou to her for a purse of Ant. S. I see, these witches are afraid of swords. ducats?

Dro. S. She, that would be your wife, now ran
Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it.

[from thence :
Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did. Ant. S. Come to the Centaur ; fetch our stuff
Dro. E. God and the rope-maker, bearme witness, I long, that we were safe and sound aboard.
That I was sent for nothing but a rope!

Dro. S. Faith, stay here this night, they will
Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is possess’d; surely do us po harm; you saw, they speak us fair,
I know it by their pale and deadly looks:

give us gold: methinks, they are such a gentle They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. nation, that but for the mountain of mad flesh that Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to to-day,

stay here still, and turn witch. And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?

Ant. S. I will not stay to-night for all the town; Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. Therefore away, to get our staff aboard. (Exeunt.

Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold ; But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.

ACT V. Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in

SCENE I.-The same.

Enter Merchant and ANGELO.
Ant. E. Dissembling barlot, thou art false in all ;
And art confederate with a damned pack,

Ang. I am sorry, sir, that I have hinder'd you ;
To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:

But, I protest, he had the chain of me,
Bat with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes, Though most dishonestly he doth deny it.
That would bebold me in this shameful sport. Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the city?

(Pinch and his Assistants bind Ant. E. and Ang. Of very reverent reputation, sir,
Dro. E.

Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,
Adr. O, bind him, bind him, let him not come Second to none that lives here in the city;

[within him. His word might bear my wealth at any time. Pinch, More company ;

- the fiend is strong Mer. Speak sostly: yonder, as I think, he walks. Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! Ant. E. What, wilt thou murder me? Thou

Enter ANTIPHOLUS and DROMIO of Syracuse. gaoler, thou,

Ang. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck, I am thy prisoner ; wilt thou suffer them

Which he foreswore, most monstrously, to have.
To make a rescue?

Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.-
Masters, let him go :

Signior Antipholus, I wonder much,
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him. That you would put me to this shame and trouble;

Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantio too. And not without some scandal to yourself,

Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer? With circumstance, and oaths, so to deny Hast thou delight to see a wretched man

This chain, which now you wear so openly: Do outrage and displeasure to bimself?

Besides the charge, the shame, imprisonment, Off. He is my prisoner; if I let bim go,

You have done wrong to this my honest friend ; The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.

Who, but for staying on our controversy, Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I go from thee : Had hoisted sail, and put to sea to-day: Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,

This chain you had of me, can you deny it? And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Ant. s. I think I had ; I never did deny it. Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd

Mer. Yes, that you did, sir; and forswore it too. Home to my house.-0 most unhappy day!

Ant. S. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it? Ant. E. O most unbappy strumpet!

Mer. These ears of mine, thou knowest, did hear Dro. E. Master, I am here enter'd in bond for you.

Ant. E. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis pity, that thou liv'st
tbon mad me?

To walk, where any honest men resort.
Dro. E. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, Ant S. Thou art a villain, to impeach me thus :
Good master; cry, the devil.-

I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
Luc, God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.

near me,

Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse,

(They draw.) Diet his sickness, for it is my office, Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, Courtezan, and others. And therefore let me have him home with me.

And will have no attorney but myself; Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake; he is Abb. Be patient; for I will not let him stir, mad;

Till I have used the approved means I have, Some get within him, take his sword away: With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers, Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. To make of him a formal man again : Dro S. Ron, master, run; for God's sake, take It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, a house.

A charitable duty of my order; This is some priory :-In, or we are spoil'd. Therefore depart, and leave him here with me. [Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro. S. to the Priory. Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here;

And ill it doth beseem your holiness,
Enter the Abbess.

To separate the husband and the wife, Abb. Be quiet, people : Wherefore throng you Abb. Be quiet, and depart, thou shalt not have hither?


[Exit Abbess. Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband henco: Luc. Complain unto the duke of this indignity. Let us come in, that we may bind him fast,

Adr. Come, go; I will fall prostrate at his feet, And bear him home for his recovery.

And never rise until my tears and prayers Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits. Have won his grace to come in person hither, Mer. I am sorry now, that I did draw on him.

And take perforce my husband from the abbess. Abb. How long hath this possession held the man? Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five : Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, Anon, I am sure, the duke himself in

person And much, mach different from the man he was; Comes this way to the melancholy vale; Bat, till this afternoon, his passion

The place of death and sorry execution, Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Behind the ditches of the abbey here. Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at Ang. Upon what cause? sea?

Mer. To see a reverend Syracusan merchant, Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Who put unluckily into this bay Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?

Against the laws and statutes of this town, A sin, prevailing much in youthful men,

Beheaded publicly for his offence. Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.

Ang. See, where they come ; we will behold his Which of these sorrows is be subject to?

death. Adr. To none of these, except it be the last; Luc. Kneel to the duke, before he pass the abbey. Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home.

Abb. You should for that have reprehended him. Enter Duke, attended; ÆGEON, bare-headed; with Adr. Why, so I did.

the Headsman and other Officers. Abb.

Ay, but not rough enongh. Adr. As roughly as my modesty would let ine. Duke. Yet once again proolaim it publicly, Abb. Haply, in private.

If any friend will pay the sum for him, Adr.

And in assemblies too. | He shall not die, so much we tender him. Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Adr. Justice, most sacred duke, against the Adr. It was the copy of our conference:

abbess! In bed, he slept not for my urging it;

Duke. She is a virtuous and a reverend lady; At board, he fed not for my urging it;

It cannot be, tbat she hath done thee wrong. Alone, it was the subject of my theme;

Adr. May it please your grace, Antipholus, my In company, I often glanced it;

husband, Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.

Whom I made lord of me and all I had, Abb. And thereof came it, that the man was mad : At your important letters,—this ill day The venom clamours of a jealous woman

A most outrageous fit of madness took him; Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. That desperately he hurried through the street, It seems, his sleeps were binder'a by thy railing: (With him his bondman all as mad as he,) And therefore comes it, that his head is light. Doing displeasure to the citizens, Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraid By rushing in their houses, bearing thepce Unquiet meals make ill digestions, [ings: Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like. Thereof ibe raging fire of fever bred;

Once did I get him bound, and sent him home, And wbat's a fever but a fit of madness?

Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went, Thou say'st his sports were binder'd by thy brawls: That here and there bis fury had committed. Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue,

Anon, I wot not by what strong escape, Bot moody and dall melancboly,

He broke from those that had the guard of him ; (Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair;) And, with his mad attendant and himself, And, at her beels, a huge infectious troop

Each one with ireful passion, with drawu swords, of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?

Met us again, and, madly bent on us, In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest

Chased us away; ull, raising of more aid, To be disturb’d, would mad or man, or boast: We came again to bind them : then they fled The consequence is then, thy jealous fits

Into this abbey, whither we pursued them ;
Have scar'd thy husband from the use of wits. And here the abbess shuts the gates on us,

Luc. She never reprehended bim but mildly, And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
When he demean'd hiinselfrough, rude and wildly. Nor send him forth, that we may bear him hence.
Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command,

Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof. Let him be brought forth, and borde hence for help. Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.

Duke. Long since, thy husband sery'd me in my Abb. No, not a creature enters in my honse.

wars ; Adr. Then, let your servants bring my husband And I to thee enagag'd a prince's word, forth.

When thou didst make bim master of thy bed, Abb. Neither; he took this place for sanctuary, To do him all the grace and good I could. And it shall privilege him from your hands, Go some of you, knock at the abbey-gate, Till I have brougbt him to his wits again,

And bid the lady abbess come to me; Or lose my labour in assaying it.

I will determine this before I stir,

Enter a Servant.

My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Serv. O mistress, mistress, sbift and save your. They brought one Pinch, å hungry lean-fac'd vil-

of vile confederates; along with them
A meer anatomy, a mountebank,

(lain, My master and his man are both broke loose,

A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller ;
Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor,
Whosebeard they have singed off with brands of fire; A living dead man: this pernicious slave,

A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him

Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer; Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:

And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
My master preaches patience to him, wbile

And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
His man with scissors nicks him like a fool :
And, sure, unless you send some present help,

Cries out, I was possess'd: then altogether

They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence;
Between them they will kill the conjurer.
Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here; There left me and my man, both bound together ;

And in a dark and dankish vault at home
And that is false thon dost report to us.
Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true :

Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I have not breath'd almost; since I did see it.

I gain'd my freedom, and immediately He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,

Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech To scorch your face, and to disfigure you:

To give me ample satisfaction (Cry within.)

For these deep sbames and great indignities. Hark, hark, I hear bim, mistress; fly, be gone.

Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing: Guard That he dined not at home, but was lock'd ont.

him, with halberds.

Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no ! Adr. Ah me, it is my husband! Witness you, That he is borne about invisible:

Ang. He bad, my lord: and when he ran in here, Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here;

These people saw the chain about his neck. And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of mine

Heard you confess you had the chain of him, Enter Antirholu's and DROMIO of Ephesus.

After you first forswore it on the mart,

And thereupon I drew my sword on you; Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke, oh, graut And then you fled into this abbey here, me justice!

From whence, I think, you are come by miracle. Even for the service that long since I did thee, Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls, When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took

Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice. And this is false, you burden me withal.

Æge. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, Duke. What an intricate impeach is this ! I see my son Antipholus, avd Dromio.

I think, you all have drank of Circe's cap. Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that wo If here you hous'd him, here he would have been ; man there.

If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly : She, whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife; You say, be dined at home; the goldsmith here That hath abused and dishonour'd me,

Denies that saying :-Sirrah, what say you? Even in the strength and height of injury !

Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Beyond imagination is the wrong,


(ring. That she this day hath shameless thrown on me. Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that

Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just. Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of Ant E. This day, great duke, she shut the doors

her. upon me,

Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? While she, with harlots, feasted in my house. Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. A grievous fault : Say, woman, didst Duke. Why, this is strange :-Go call the abbess thou so.


hither; Adr. No, my good lord ;-myself, he, and my I think, you are all mated, or stark mad. To-day did dine together: So befal my soul,

[Erit an Attendant. As this is false, he burdens me withal?

Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, por sleep on night,

word; But she tells to your highness simple truth! Haply, I see a friend will save my life,

Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forsworn. And pay the sum that may deliver me. In this the madman justly chargeth them.

Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say; Æge. Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholas? Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine,

And is not that your bondman, Dromio? [sir, Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire,

Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, Albeit, my wrongs might make one wiser mad. But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords ; This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner: Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound. That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her, Æge. I am sure, you both of you reinember me. Could witness it, for he was with me then;

Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,

For lately we were bound, as you are now. Promising to bring it to the Porcupine,

You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir? Where Balthazar and I did dine together.

Æye. Why look you strange on me? you know Oar dipper done, and he not coming thither,

me well. I went to seek bim: In the street I met him; Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now. And in his company, that gentleman.

Æge. Oh! grief hath chang's 'me since you saw There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down,

me last; That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,

And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which, Have written strange defeatures in my face: He did arrest me with an officer.

But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? I did obey, and sent my peasant home

Ant. E. Neither. For certain ducats : he with none return'd.


Dromio, nor thou? Then fairly I bespoke the officer,

Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. To go in person with me to my honse.


I am sure, thou dost. By the way we met

Dro. E. Ay, sir ? but I am sore, I do not; and

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