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Then fairly I bespoke the officer,
in person with me to my house.
lain, A mere anatomy, a mountebank, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller; A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch, A living dead man: this pernicious slave, Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer; And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse, And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me, Cries out, I was possess'd: then altogether They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence; And in a dark and dankish vault at home There left me and my man, both bound together; Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain’d my freedom, and immediately Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech To give me ample satisfaction For these deep shames and great indignities.
Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with
That he dined not at home but was lock'd out.
Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no?
Ang. He had, my lord: and when he ran in here, These people saw the chain about his neck.
Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of mine Heard you
had the chain of him, After
first forswore it on the mart,
And, thereupon, I drew my sword on you ;
Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls,
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
cupine. Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that
ring. Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of her. Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. Why, this is strange:-Go call the abbess
hither; I think you are all mated, 4 or stark mad.
[Exit an Altendant. Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a
word; Haply I see a friend will save my life, And pay the sum that
deliver me. Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt.
Æge. Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus ? And is not that your bondman Dromio ?
Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman, sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords ; Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
Æge. I am sure, you both of you remember me.
Dro. E. Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you; For lately we were bound as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir ? Æge. Why look you strange on me? you know me
well. Ant. E. I never saw you in my life, till now. Æge. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, since you saw
Ant. E. Neither.
Dromio, nor thou ?
I am sure, thou dost. Dro. E. Ay, sir ? but I am sure, I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
Æge. Not know my voice! O, time's extremity! Hast thou 'so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue, In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained 6 face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamp some fading glimmer left,
SAlteration of features.
6 Furrowed, lined.
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear :
life. Æge. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st, we parted: but, perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery. Ant. E. The duke, and all that know me in the
city, Can witness with me that it is not so ; I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusan, twenty years Have I been patron to Antipholus, During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa : I see, thy age and dangers make thee dote. Enter the Abbess, with ANTIPHOLUS Syracusan, and
DROMIO Syracusan. Abb. Most mighty duke behold a man much wrong'd.
[All gather to see him. Adr. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
Duke. One of these men is Genius to the other;
Dro. S. I, sir, am Dromio; command him away.
here? Abb. Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty :
Speak, old Ægeon, if thou be'st the man
Æge. If I dream not, thou art Æmilia;
Abb. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I,
Duke. Why, here begins his morning story right;"
Ant. S. No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Duke. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is
which. Ant. E. I came from Corinth, my most gracious
lord. Dro. E. And I with him. Ant. E. Brought to this town with that most fa
? The morning story is what Ægeon tells the Duke in the first scene of this play.