E. Ant. Thou whorson, senseless villain !

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

E. Ant. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an afs.

E. Dro. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have ferv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service 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 fleep; 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.

Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and Pinch.

E. Ant. OME,

C go along; my wife is coming

yonder.

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

E. Ant. Wilt thou still 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 sense 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

pulse.

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 state of darkness hie thee straight,
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 feast it at my house to day, ol Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I deny'd to enter in my house ?

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Adr. Oh, husband, God doth know, you din'd at home,

Where, 'would you had remain'd until this time, Free from these slanders and this open shame!

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

thou?

E. Dro. Sir, footh to say, 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 you

shut out.

E. Ant. And did not she herself revile me there?
E. Dro. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there.
E. Ant. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and
scorn 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 since have felt the vigour of your rage..
Adr. Is't good to footh him in these contraries?
Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein,
And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
E. Ant. Thou hast fuborn'd the goldsmith to arrest

me.

Adr. Alas, I sent 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, maker, not a rag of money.

E. Ant. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of du

cats?

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. Mistress, 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 didst thou lock me forth to day,

And why dost 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 confefs, 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; And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathsome abject scorn of me: But with these nails I'll pluck out those falfe eyes, That would behold in me this shameful sport.

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 strong within Luc. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he

near me.

looks!

E. Ant. What, will you murder me? thou jailor,

thou,

I am thy prifoner, wilt thou suffer them

To make a refcue?

Offi. Masters; let him go:

He is my prifoner, and you shall not have him.

Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.

Adr.

Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?

Hast thou delight to fee a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure 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 discharge thee, ere I go from thee;

Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,

[They bind Antipholis and Dromio.

And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master Doctor, see him fafe convey'd
Home to my house. Oh, most unhappy day!!
E. Ant. Oh, most unhappy strumpet!.

E. Dro. Master, I'm here enter'd in bond for you.
E. Ant. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou

mad me?

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

Luc. God help, poor fouls, how idly do they talk! Adr. Go bear him hence; fifter, stay you with me. [Exeunt Pinch, Antipholis, and Dromio,

Say now, whose fuit is he arrested at?

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Manent Officer, Adriana, Luciana, and Courtezan.

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NE Anglo, a goldsmith; do you know him?

Adr. I know the man; what is the sum he owes ?

Offi. Two hundred ducats.

Adr. Say, how grows ws it due?

Offi. Due for a chain, your husband had of him.
Adr. He did bespeaka chain for me, but had it not.
Cour. When as your husband all in rage to day

Came to my house, 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 so, but I did never fee it.

Come,

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

Enter Antipholis of Syracufe, with his Rapier drawn,

Luc.

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and Dromio of Syracufe.

OD, for thy mercy, they are

loofe again.

Adr. And come with naked swords;

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, these 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 stuff from thence:

I long, that we were safe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, stay here this night; they will furely do us no harm; you faw, 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.

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[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

A Street, before a Priory.

Enter the Merchant and Angelo.

ANGELO.

Am forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you;
But, I protest, he had the chain of me,

Tho' most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Mer.