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But 'till this afternoon, his passion
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at fea?
Bury'd some dear friend? hath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love ?
A fin, prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
Which of these sorrows is he subject to?

Adr. To none of these, except it be the last; Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home.

Abb. You fhould for that have reprehended him.
Adr. Why, so I did.
Abb. Ay, but not rough enough.
Adr. As roughly, as my modefty would let me.
Abb. Haply, in private.
Adr. And in assemblies too.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Adr. It was the copy of our conference. (20)
In bed, he slept not for my urging it;
At board, he fed not for my urging it;
Alone, it was the subject of my theam;
In company, I often glanc'd at it;
Still did I tell him, it was vile and bad.

(20) It was the copy of our conference.) We are not to underfand this word here, as it is now used, in opposition to an original; any thing done after a pattern; but we are to take it in the nearest sense to the Latin word copia, from which it is derived. - Adriana would fay, her reproofs were the burden, the fulness of her conference, all the subject of her talk. And in these acceptations the word copie was used by writers before our Author's time, as well as by his contemporaries. So Hall, in his reign of King Henry Vth. p. 8. says;

If you vanquish the Numidians, you shall have copie of beasts.i. e. plenty And lo B. Fonfon in his Every man out of his humour;

-that, being a woman, she was bleft with no more copy-of wit, but to fexve his humour thus. And, again, in his Cynthia's Revels..

to be sure to have daily about him copy and variety of coo lours. And in many other passages of his works.


Abb. And thereof came it, that the man was made The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poison more deadly, than a mad dog's tooth. It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing; And thereof comes it, that his head is light.

Thou fay'ft, his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings * Unquiet meals make ill digestions ; Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ; And what's a fever, but a fit of madness ? Thou say'ft, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls. Sweet recreation barr’d, what doth ensue, But moody and dull melancholy, Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair And at her heels a huge infectious troop Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life. In food, in sport, and life-preferving reft, To be disturb’d, would mad or man or beast': The consequence is then, thy jealous fits Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.

Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demeaned himself rough, rude and wildlys
Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not?

Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof.
Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.
Abb. No, not a creature enters in


house, Adr. Then, let your servants bring my husband forth.

Abb. Neither; he took this place for fanctuary,
And it shall priviledge him from your hands;
"Till I have brought him to his wits again,
Or lose my labour in assaying it.

Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurseg.
Diet his sickness, for it is my office;
And will have no attorney but myself;
And therefore let me have him home with me.

Abb. Be patient, for I will not let him ftir,
'Till I have us'd th' approved means I have,
With wholsome firups, drugs, and holy prayers
To make of him a formal man again;
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,

A charitable duty of my order ;
Therefore depart, and leave him here with me.

Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here ; And ill it doth beseem your

holiness To separate the husband and the wife.

Abb. Be quiet and depart, thou shalt not have him.
Luc. Complain unto the Duke of this indignity.

[Exit Abbess,
Adr. Come, go; I will fall proftrate at his feet,
And never rise, until my tears and prayers
Have won his Grace to come in person hither ;
And take perforce my husband from the Abbess.

Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five: Anon, I'm sure, the Duke himself in person

The place of death and forry execution, (21)
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.

Ang. Upon what cause?
Mer. To see a reverent Syracufan merchant,
Who put unluckily into this bay
Against the laws and statutes of this town,
Beheaded publickly for his offence.

Ang. See, where they come; we will behold his deathe

Luc. Kneel to the Duke, before he pass the abbey, Enter the Duke, and Ægeon bare-headed; with the Head/

man, and other Oficers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly,
If any friend will pay the sum for him,
He shall not die, so much we tender him.

Adr. Justice, moft facred Duke, against the Abbess.

Duke. She is a virtuous and reverend Lady; It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.

Adr. May it please your Grace, Antipholis my husband,

(21) The place of death and forry execution.] i. e. dismal, lamen. table, to be griev'd at. In the like acceptations our Poet employs it. * again, where Macbeth, after the murder of Duncan, is looking on his own bloody hands, This is a forry. Sight


(Whom I made Lord of me and all I had,
At your important letters) this ill day
A most outrageous fit of madness took him ;
That desp'rately he hurry'd through the street,
With him his bond-man all as mad as he,
Doing displeasure to the citizens,
By rushing in their houses ; bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
Once did I get him bound, and sent him home,
Whilst to take order for the wrongs, I went,
That here and there his fury had committed:
Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
He broke from those, that had the guard of him ;
And, with his mad attendant and himself,
Each one with ireful paflion, with drawn swords,
Met us again, and, madly bent on us,
Chas’d us away ; 'till, raising of more aid,
We came again to hind them; then they filed
Into this abbey, whither we pursu'd them ;
And here the Abbess shuts the gates on us,
And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
Nor fend him forth, that we may bear him hence.
Therefore, moft gracious Duke, with thy command,
Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for help.

Duke. Long since thy hufband serv'd me in my wars,
And I to thee engag'd a Prince's word,
(When thou didtt make him master of thy bed,)
To do him all the grace and good I could.
Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate;
And bid the Lady Abbess come to me.
I will determine this, before I ftir.

Enter a Megenger. Mel. O mistress, mistress, shift and fave yourself; My master and his man are both broke loose, Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor, Whose beard they have fing'd off with brands of fire; And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hairy


My master preaches patience to him, and the while
His man with sciffars nicks him like a fool:
And, sare, unless you send fome prefent help,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.

Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here, And that is false, thou doft report to us.

Mel. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almost, since I did see it. He cries for you, and vows if he can take you, To fcorch your face, and to disfigure you. (Cry witbini Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress ; fly, be gone. Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing: guard witb

halberds. Adr. Ay me, it is my husband; witness you, That he is borne about invisible! Ev'n now we hous’d him in the abbey here, And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Ephesus. E. Ant. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh, grant mejuftice. Even for the service that long since I did thee, When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took Deep scars to save thy life, even for the blood That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.

Ægeon. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, I see my fon Antipholis, and Dromio.

E. Ant. Justice, sweet Prince, againft that woman there; She whom thou gav'it to me be my wife; That hath abused and dishonour'd me, Ev'n in the strength and height of injury: Beyond imagination is the wrong, That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.

Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.

E. Ant. This day, great Duke, the shut the doors upon Whilst she with harlots feafted in my house. [me;

Duke. A grievous fault; fay, woman, didit thou for

Adr. No, my good Lord: myself, he, and my fister, To-day did dine together: so befal my soul, As this is false, he burdens me withali


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