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E. Ant. Wilt thou still talk? [Beats Dromio.
Adn. His incivility confirms no less.
Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man,
E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not mad.
E. Ant. You minion, you, are these your customers ?
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,
E. Ant. Din'd I at home thou villain, what say'st thou?
Could tell what fubtles parrots mean,
When they cry, rope! amd walk, knave walk.
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
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 ;
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;
Enter three or four, and offer to bind him: he frives.
E. Ant. What, will you murder me? thou jailor, thou,
Offi. Mafters ; let him go:
Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevith officer
Ofi. He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
[They bind Antipholis and Dromie.
E. Ant. On, most unhappy ítrumpet !
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.
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;
[They run out.
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.
SCENE, a Street, Before a Priory.
Enter the Merchant and Angelo..
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.
Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.
had of me, can you deny it?
Mer. These ears of mine, thou knoweft, did hear thee;
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;
Adr. This week he hath heen heavy, sower, fad,