To be difturb'd, would mad or man or beaft:
The confequence is then, thy jealous fits
Have scared thy husband from the ufe of wits.

Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly, When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly. 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 enter in my houfe:
Adr. Then, let your fervants bring my husband forth.
Abb. Neither; he took this place for fanctuary,
And it fhall privilege him from your hands,
'Till I have brought him to his wits again,
Or lofe my labour in affaying it.

Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Diet his fickness, 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 befeem 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 Abbefs.

Adr. Come, go; I will fall proftrate at his feet, And never rife, until my tears and and prayers Have won his Grace to come in perfon hither; And take perforce my husband from the Abbefs. Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five: Anon, I'm fure, the Duke himself in perfon Comes this way to the melancholy vale;

The

The place of death and forry execution,
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
Ang. Upon what cause ?

Mer. To fee a reverend Syracufan merchant,'
Who put unluckily into this bay

Against the laws and ftatutes of this town,
Beheaded publickly for his offence.

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

Luc. Kneel to the Duke, before he pafs the abbey.

SCENE III.

Enter the Duke, and Egeon bare-headed; with the
Headfman, and other Officers.

Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly,
If any friend will pay the fum for him,
He fhall not die, fo much we tender him.

Adr. Juftice, moft facred Duke, against the Abbels.
Duke. She is a virtuous and a reverend Lady;
It cannot be, that fhe hath done thee wrong.

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

(Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
At your important letters) this ill day

A moft outrageous fit of madness took him;
That defp'rately he hurry'd through the street,'
With him his bondman all as mad as he,
Doing displeasure to the citizens,

By rufhing in their houfes; bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
Once did I get him bound, and fent him home,
Whilft to take order for the wrongs I went,
That here and there his fury had committed:
Anon, I wot not by what ftrong escape,

He broke from thofe that had the guard of him:

And,

And, with his mad attendant mad himself,
Each one with ireful paffion, with drawn fwords,
Met us again, and, madly bent on us,
Chas'd us away; 'till, raifing of more aid,
We came again to bind them; then they fled
Into this abbey, whither we purfu'd them;
And here the Abbèfs fhuts the gates on us,
And will not fuffer 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 fince thy husband ferv'd me in my wars.
And I to thee engag'd a Prince's word,

(When thou didst make him mafter of thy bed,)
To do him all the grace and good I could.
Go, fome of you, knock at the abbey-gate;
And bid the lady Abbefs come to me.
I will determine this, before I ftir.

SCEN E IV.

Enter a Mellenger.

Mell. O mistress, mistress, shift and save 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 hair;
My mafter preaches patience to him, and the while
His man with fciffars nicks him like a fool:
And, fure, unless you send some present help,
Between them they will kill the conjurer.

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

Meff. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almoft, fince I did fee it. He cries for you, and vows if he can take you, To fcorch your face, and to disfigure you..

[Cry within. Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress; fly be gone. Duke. Come, ftand by me, fear nothing: guard with halberds

Adr. Ay me, it is my husband; witness you,
That he is borne about invifible!

Ev'n now we hous'd him in the abbey here,
And now he's there, paft thought of human reason.

SCENE V. .......

Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Ephefus.

E. Ant. Juftice, most gracious Duke, oh, grant me justice.

Even for the fervice that long fince I did thee,
When I beftrid thee in the wars, and took
Deep scars to fave thy life; even for the blood
That then I loft for thee, now grant me juftice.
Egeon. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
I fee my fon Antipholis, and Dromio.

E. Ant. Juftice, fweet Prince, against that woman
there :

She whom thou gav'ft to me to be my wife;

That hath abused and difhonour'd me,

Ev'n in the strength and height of injury.
Beyond imagination is the wrong,

That the this day hath fhamelefs thrown on me.
Duke. Discover how, and thou fhalt find me juft.
E. Ant. This day, great Duke, fhe fhut the doors
upon me;

1 To SCORCH your face,-] We should read scoTCH, i. `e. hack, cut.

WARBURTON.

Whilft

Whilft the with harlots feafted in my house.

Duke. A grievous fault; fay, woman, didft thou fo? Adr. No, my good Lord-myself, he, and my fifter, To-day did dine together: fo befal my foul, As this is falfe, he burdens me withal!

Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor fleep on night, But he tells to your highness fimple truth!

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Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forfworn. In this the mad-man juftly chargeth them.

E. Ant. My Liege, I am advifed, what I say. Neither difturb'd with the effect of wine, Nor, heady-rah, provok'd with raging ire; Albeit, my wrongs might make one wifer mad. This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner; That goldfmith there, were he not pack'd with her, Could witness it; for he was with me then ; Who parted with me to go fetch a chain, Promifing to bring it to the Porcupine, Where Balthazar and I did dine together. Our dinner done, and he not coming thither, I went to feek him; in the ftreet I met him, And in his company that gentleman,

There did this perjur'd goldsmith fwear me down,
That I this day from him receiv'd the chain;
Which, God he knows, I faw not; for the which,
He did arreft me with an officer.

I did obey, and fent my peasant home
For certain ducats; he with none return'd.
Then fairly I bespoke the officer,

To go in perfon with me to my house.

By th' way we met my wife, her fister, and
A rabble more of vile confederates;

They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,,
A meer anatomy, a mountebank,

A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-ey'd, fharp-looking wretch.
A living dead man. This pernicious slave,
Forfooth, took on him as a conjurer;
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And,