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Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Antipholus is mad, Or for my diamond the chain you promis'd,

Else would he never so demean himself. And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.

A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's And for the same he promis'd me a chain : nail,

Both one and other he denies me now. A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,

The reason that I gather he is mad, A nut, a cherry-stone;

Besides this present instance of his rage, But she, more covetous, would have a chain. Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner Master, be wise : an if you give it her,

Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. The devil will shake her chain, and fright us with it. || Belike, his wife, acquainted with his fits,

Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain. On purpose shut the doors against his way.
I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.

My way is now, to hie home to his house,
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,

He rush'd into my house, and took perforce Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock : mistress, My ring away. This course I fittest choose, that you know.

For forty ducats is too much to lose. [Ereunt Ant. S. and Dro. S.

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SCENE IV.-The Same.

Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this

man, Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and a Jailer.

To yield possession to my holy prayers, Ant. E. Fear me not, man; I will not break And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight : away :

I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money, Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.

mad. My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,

Adr. O, that thou were not, poor distressed soul ! And will not lightly trust the messenger :

Ant. E. You mipion, you; are these your cusThat I should be attach'd in Ephesus,

tomers ? I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.

Did this companion with the saffron face

Revel and feast it at my house to-day, Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a rope's-end.

Whiist upon me the guilty doors were shut, Here comes my man: I think he brings the money. And I denied to enter in my house? How now, sir? have you that I sent you for ? Adr. O, husband, God doth know, you din'd at Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay

home; them all.

Where 'would you had remain'd until this time, Ant. E. But where's the money ?

Free from these slanders, and this open shame! Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope. Ant. E. Din'd at home! Thou, villain, what Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope ?

say'st thou ? Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine al

home. Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I home?

shut out? Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end Dro. E. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you am I return'd.

shut out. Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there?

[Beating him. Dro. E. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. Jail. Good sir, be patient.

Ant. E. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in

scorn me ? adversity.

Dro. E. Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal Jail. Good now, hold thy tongue.

scorn'd you. Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from hands.

thence ? Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain !

Dro. E. In verity, you did :--my bones bear Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir; that I

witness, might not feel your blows.

That since have felt the vigour of his rage. Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, Adr. Is't good to soothe him in these contraries ? and so is an ass.

Pinch. It is no shame : the fellow finds his vein, Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed : you may prove it | And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour Ant. E. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at

arrest me. his hands for my service, but blows. When I am Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. he cools me with beating: I am wak'd with it, when Dro. E. Money by me! heart and good-will you I sleep; rais'd with it, when I sit; driven out of might; doors with it, when I go from home; welcomed But, surely, master, not a rag of money. home with it, when I return: pay, I bear it on my Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think,

ducats? when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it. door to door.

Luc. And I am witness with her that she did. Ant. E. Come, go along: my wife is coming Dro. E. God and the rope-maker bear me witness, yonder.

That I was sent for nothing but a rope !

Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is posEnter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtesan, and a

sess'd : Schoolmaster called Pinch.

I know it by their pale and deadly looks. Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end; They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. or rather the prophecy, like the parrot,

* Beware Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth the rope's end."

to-day, Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ?

[Beats him.

And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? Cour. How say you now? is not your husband Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. mad?

Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold; Adr. His incivility confirms no less.

But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out. Good doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;

Adr. Dissembling villain! thou speak’st false in stablish him in his true sense again,

both. And I will please you what you will demand.

Ant. E. Dissembling harlot! thou art false in all, Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks ! And art confederate with a damned pack Cour. Mark, how he trembles in his ecstacy! To make a loathsome, abject scorn of me; Pinch. Give me your hand, and let me feel your But with these nails I'll pluck out these false pulse.

eyes, Ant. E. There is iny hand, and let it feel your ear. That would behold in me this shameful sport.

near me.

Enter three or four, and bind ANTIPHOLUS, and

Do outrage and displeasure to himself ?

Jail. He is my prisoner: if I let him go,

The debt he owes will be requir'd of me. Adr. ( bind him, bind him ! let him not come Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I go from thee.

Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, Pinch. More company !—the fiend is strong And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. within him.

Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd Luc. Ah me! poor man, how pale and wan he Home to my house.—0, most unhappy day! looks.

Ant. E. O, most unhappy strumpet ! Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou, Dro. E. Master, I am here enter'd in bond for jailer, thou,

you. I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them

Ant. E. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou To make a rescue ?

mad me? Jail. Masters, let him go :

Dro. E. Will you be found for nothing? be mad, He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.

good master; Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too. Cry, the devil.— Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer ? Luc. God help, poor souls ! how idly do they Hast thou delight to see a wretched man


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Cour. When as your husband, all in rage, to

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

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

drawn, 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.


Away! they'll kill us.

Dro. S. Faith, stay here this night, they will (ADRIANA, LUCIANA, and Jailer run out surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, frighted.

give us gold. Methinks they are such a gentle naAnt. S. I see, these witches are afraid of swords. tion, that but for the mountain of mad flesh that Dro. S. She, that would be your wife, now ran claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to

stay here still, and turn witch. Ant. S. Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff Ant. $. I will not stay to-night for all the town; from thence :

Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. I long, that we were safe and sound aboard.

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Scene I.-The Same. Before an Abbey. Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.

Let us come in, that we may bind him fast,
Enter Merchant, and ANGELO.

And bear him home for his recovery.
Ang. I am sorry, sir, that I have hinder'd you; Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits.
But, I protest, he had the chain of me,

Mer. I am sorry now, that I did draw on him. Though most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Abb. How long hath this possession held the Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the city ? Ang. Of very reverend reputation, sir.

Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad ; Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,

And much different from the man he was ; Second to none that lives here in the city :

But, till this afternoon, his passion His word might bear my wealth at any time. Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Mer. Speak softly : yonder, as I think, he walks. Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck

of sea ? Enter AntiPHOLUS and DROMIO of Syracuse.

Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye Ang. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck, Stray'd his affection in unlawful love ? Which he forswore most monstrously to have. A sin prevailing much in youthful men, Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him. Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Signior Antipholus, I wonder much

Which of these sorrows is he subject to ? That you would put me to this shame and trouble; Adr. To none of these, except it be the last ; And not without some scandal to yourself,

Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home. With circumstance and oaths so to deny

Abb. You should for that have reprehended him. This chain, which now you wear so openly :

Adr. Why, so I did. Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment,


Ay, but not rough enough. You have done wrong to this my honest friend; Adr. As roughly, as my modesty would let me. Who, but for staying on our controversy,

Abb. Haply, in private. Had hoisted sail, and put to sea to-day.


And in assemblies too. This chain, you had of me: can you deny it? Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Ant. S. I think, I had : I never did deny it. Adr. It was the copy of our conference.
Mer. Yes, that you did, sir; and forswore it too. In bed, he slept not for my urging it;
Ant. S. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it? At board, he fed not for my urging it ;
Mer. These ears of mine, thou knowest, did hear Alone, it was the subject of my theme;


company, I often glanc'd it : Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou liv'st Still did I tell him it was vila and bad. To walk where any honest men resort.

Abb. And thereof came it that the man was mad: Ant. S. Thou art a villain to impeach me thus. The venom clamours of a jealous woman I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty

Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. Against theo presently, if thou dar'st stand.

It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing, Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. And thereof comes it, that his head is light.

[They draw.

Thou say'st, his meat was sauc'd with thy up

braidings: Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, Courtesan, and others.

Unquiet meals make ill digestions ; Adr. Hold ! hurt him not, for God's sake! he is Thereof the raging fire of fever bred : mad.

And what's a fever but a fit of madness ? Some get within him; take his sword away. Thou say'st, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls : Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue, Dro. S. Run, master, run; for God's sake take But moody and dull melancholy, a house!

Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
This is some priory :-in, or we are spoil'd. And at her heels a huge infectious troop
(Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS and Dromio, to the Abbey. Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life ?

In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest
Enter the Lady Abbess.

To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast. Abb. Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you | The consequence is, then, thy jealous fits hither?

Have scar'd thy husband from the use of wits.

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