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E. Ant. Wilt thou still talk? [Beats Dromio.
Cour. How fay you now? is not your hulband mad?

Adn. His incivility confirms no less.
Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Conjurer,
Establish him in his true sense again,
And I will please you what you will demand.

Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstasy!
Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulke.
E. Ant. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man,
To yield poffeflion to my holy prayers;
And to thy state of darkness hie thee ftrait,
I conjure thee by all the saints in heav'n.

E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not mad.
Adr. Oh! that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!

E. Ant. You minion, you, are these your customers ?
Did this companion with the saffron face
Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
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upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I deny'd to enter in my house?

Adr. Oh, husband, God doth know, you din'd at home,
Where, would you had remain’d until this time,
Free from these flanders and this open shame!

E. Ant. Din'd I at home thou villain, what say'st thou?
E. Dro. Sir, footh to say, you did not dine at home.
E. Ant. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut out.
E.Dro.Perdie, your doors were lock’d, and you shutout.
E. Ant. And did not she herself revile me there?
E. Dro. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you.

there.
E. Ant. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and

scorn me?
E. Dro. Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
E. Ant. And did not I in rage depart from thence?

Could tell what fubtles parrots mean,
That speak and shink contrary clean;
17bat member 'tis of whom they talk,

When they cry, rope! amd walk, knave walk.
For by this time they had made many party parrots, we may well fupe.
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E. Dro. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, hat since have felt the vigour of your rage.

Adr. Is’t good to sooth him in these contraries?

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

E. Ant. Thou haft suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me,

Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.

E. Dro. Money by me? heart and good will you might, But, surely, master, not a rag of money.

E. Ant. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats in
Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it.
Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did.

E. Dro. God and the rope-maker do bear me witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope.

Pinch. Mistress, both man and master are poffeft ;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks ;
They must be bound, and laid in some dark room.

E. Ant. Say, wherefore didst thoulock me forth to-day. And why doit thou deny the bag of gold?

Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.

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

Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.

E. Ant. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack,
To make a loathsome abject fcorn of me :
But with these nails I'll pluck out those false eyes,
That would behold in me this shameful sport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him: he frives.
Adr.Oh, bind him, bind him, let him not come nearme.
Pinch. More company;—the fiend is strong within him.
Luc. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!:

E. Ant. What, will you murder me? thou jailor, thou,
I am thy prisoner, wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue ?

Offi. Mafters ; let him go:
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantick too.

Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevith officer
Haft thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?

Ofi. He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
The debt, he owes, will be requir'd of me.

Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,

[They bind Antipholis and Dromie.
And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master Doctor, see him safe convey'd
Home to my house. Oh, most unhappy day!

E. Ant. On, most unhappy ítrumpet !
E. Dro. Master, I'm here enter'd in bond for you.
E. Ant. Out on thee, villain! wherefore doft thor

mad me? E. Dro. Will you be bound for nothing. be mad, good master; cry, the devil.

Luc. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk ! Adr. Go bear him hence; fifter, stay you with me.

[Exeunt Pinch, Antipholis, and Dromio, Say now, whole suit is he arrested at ?

Manent Officer, Adriana, Luciana, and Courtezan.
Offi. One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know him?
Ädr. I know the man; what is the sum he owes
Ofi. Two hundred ducats.
Adr. Say, how grows it due?
Offi. Due for a chain your husband had of him..
Ādr. He did befpeak a chain for me, but had it nota
Cour. When as your husband all in

rage to-day
Came to my house, and took away my ring,
(The ring I saw upon his finger now)
Strait after, did I meet him with a chain.

Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it. Come, jailor, bring me where the goldsmith is, I long to know the truth hereof at large. Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, with his rapier drarung

and Dromio of Syracuse. Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.

Adr. And come with naked swords;
Let's call more help to have them bound again.
Off. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run out.
Manent Antipholis and Dromio.
S. Ant. I fee, these witches are afraid of swords.
S. Dro. She, that would be your wife, now ran from you.

S. Ant. Come to the Centaur,fetch our stufffrom thence:: I long, that we were safe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, stay here this night;: they will surely do us no harm; you saw, they spake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are such a gentle nation, that but for the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here still, and turn. witch.

S. Ant. I will not stay to-night for all the town; Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. . [Exeunt.

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SCENE, a Street, Before a Priory.

Enter the Merchant and Angelo..

ANGELO
Am sorry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you;

I , me

Tho' most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the city?

Ang. Of very reverent reputation, Sir, Of credit infinite, highly belov’d, Second to none that lives here in the city; His word might bear my wealth at any time.. Mer. Speak softly: yonder, as I think, he walks,

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracufe. Ang. 'Tis so; and that felf-chain about his neck, Which he forswore moft monstrously to have.

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Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much
That you would put me to this shame and trouble
And not without some scandal to yourself,
With circumstance and oaths so to deny
This chain, which now you wear so openly;
Besides the charge, the shame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honest friend;
Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoisted fail, and put to sea to-day :
This chain

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had of me, can you deny it?
S. Ant. I think, I had; I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, Sir; and forswore it too.
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it?'

Mer. These ears of mine, thou knoweft, did hear thee;
Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis. pity, that thou liv'st
To walk where any honest men resort.

S. Ant Thou are a villain, to impeach me thus. PH prove

mine honour and my honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar'ft stand. Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. [They draw.

Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and others. Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's fake; he is mad; Some get within him, take his sword away: Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.

S. Dro. Run, master; run; for God's fake, take a house; This is same priory: in, or we are spoil'd.

[Exeunt to the Priory. Enter Lady Abbess. Abb. Be quiet, people; wherefore throng you hither

Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence;
Let us come in, that we may bind him faft,
And bear, him home for his recovery.
Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits.
Mer. I'm sorry now, that I did draw on him.
Abb. How long hath this poffefion held the man?

Adr. This week he hath heen heavy, sower, fad,
And much, much different from the man he was:

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