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E. Ant. Thou whorfon, fenfelefs villain!

E. Dro. I would, I were fenfeless, Sir, that I might not feel your blows.

E. Ant. Thou art fenfible in nothing but blows, and fo is an ass.

E. Dro. I am an afs, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have ferv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this inftant, and have nothing at his hands for my fervice but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating; I am wak'd with it, when I sleep; rais'd with it, when I fit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcom'd home with it, when I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he hath lam'd me, I shall beg with it from door to door.

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Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and Pinch. OME, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

E. Ant.

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E. Dro. Mistress, refpice finem, respect your end; or rather the prophecy,like the parrot, beware the rope's

end.

E. Ant. Wilt thou ftill talk?

[Beats Dromio.

Cour. How fay you now? is not your husband mad?
Adr. His incivility confirms no less.

Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Conjurer,
Establish him in his true fense 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
pulfe.

E. Ant. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, To yield poffeffion to my holy prayers;

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And to thy ftate of darkness hie thee ftraight,
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 faffron face

Revel and feaft it at my house to day,

Whilft upon me the guilty doors were shut,
And I deny'd to enter in my houfe?

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 fhame!

E. Ant. Din'd I at home? thou villain, what say'st thou?

E. Dro. Sir, footh to fay, 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

fhut out.

you

E. Ant. And did not fhe herself revile me there?
E. Dro. Sans fable, fhe herself revil'd there.
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E. Ant. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and
fcorn me?

E. Dro. Certes, she did, the kitchen-vestal scorn'd

you.

E. Ant. And did I not in rage depart from thence? E. Dro. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, That fince have felt the vigour of your rage..

Adr. Is't good to footh him in these contraries? Pinch. It is no fhame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. E. Ant. Thou haft fuborn'd the goldfmith to arreft

me.

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

E. Dro.

E. Dro. Money by me? heart and good will you might,

But, furely, mafler, not a rag of money.

E. Ant. Went'ft not thou to her for a purfe of ducats?

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 fent for nothing but a rope.

Pinch. Miftrefs, both man and mafter are poffeft; I know it by their pale and deadly looks; They must be bound, and laid in fome dark room. E. Ant. Say, wherefore didft thou lock me forth to day,

And why doft thou deny the bag of gold?

Adr. Í did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. E. Dro. And, gentle mafter, I receiv'd no gold, But I confefs, Sir, that we were lock'd out.

Adr. Diffembling villain, thou fpeak'st false in both. E. Ant. Diffembling harlot, thou art falfe in all; And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathsome abject scorn of me: But with these nails I'll pluck out thofe falfe eyes, That would behold in me this fhameful sport.

near me.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him : he strives. Adr. Oh, bind him, bind him, let him not come [him. Pinch. More company;-the flend is ftrong within 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 fuffer them

To make a rescue ?

Offi. Mafters; let him go:

He is my prifoner, and you fhall not have him. Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.

Adr.

Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Haft thou delight to fee a wretched man
Do outrage and difpleasure to himself?

Offi. He is my prifoner; if I let him go,
The debt, he owes, will be requir'd of me.
Adr. I will difcharge thee, ere I go from thee;
1. Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,

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[They bind Antipholis and Dromio. And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Good master Doctor, fee him fafe convey'd Home to my house. Oh, most unhappy day!] E. Ant. Óh, moft unhappy ftrumpet!.

E. Dro. Mafter, I'm here enter'd in bond for you. E. Ant. Out on thee, villain! wherefore doft thou mad me?

E. Dro. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good mafter; cry, the devil.-—————

Luc. God help, poor fouls, how idly do they talk! Adr. Go bear him hence; fifter, ftay you with me. [Exeunt Pinch, Antipholis, and Dromio, Say now, whofe fuit is he arrested at?

SCENE X.

Manent Officer, Adriana, Luciana, and Courtezan.

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NE Anglo, a goldfmith; do you know him? Adr. I know the man; what is the fum he owes ?

Offi. Two hundred ducats.

Adr. Say, how grows it due?

Offi. Due for a chain, your husband had of him. Adr. He did befpeak a chain for me, but had it not. Cour. When as your husband all in rage to day · Came to my houfe, and took away my ring, (The ring I faw upon his finger now) Straight after, did I meet him with a chain. Adr. It may be fo, but I did never fee it.

Come,

Come, jailor, bring me where the goldsmith is,.
I long to know the truth hereof at large.

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Enter Antipholis of Syracufe, with his Rapier drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse.

Luc.

OD, for thy mercy, they are loose again.

Let's call more help to have them bound again.
Offi. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run out.

Manent Antipholis and Dromio.

S. Ant. I fee, thefe witches are afraid of fwords. S. Dro. She, that would be your wife, now ran from you.

S. Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our ftuff from thence:

I long, that we were safe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, ftay here this night; they will furely do us no harm; you faw, they spake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are fuch 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 ftill, and turn witch.

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

[Exeunt.

A C T V. SCENE

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A Street, before a Priory.

Enter the Merchant and Angelo.

ANGELO.

Am forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you; But, I proteft, he had the chain of me, Tho' most dishoneftly he doth deny it.

Mer.

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