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, diftreffed foul! E. Ant. You minion, you, are these your customers? Did this companion with the saffron face

Revel and feaft it at my houfe to day,

Whilft upon me the guilty doors were fhur,

And I deny'd to enter in my my houfe?

Adr. Oh, hufband, 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'ft 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 you

fhut out.

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

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

you.

E. Aant. 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 thefe 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 goldsmith to arreft.

me.

Adr. Alas, I fent you mony to redeem you,

7 Kuchen-vestal.] Her charge being like that of the vestal virgins, to keep the fire burning.

By

By Dromio here, who came in hafte for it.

E. Dro. Mony by me? heart and good will you

might,

But, furely, mafter, not a rag of mony.

E. Ant. Went'st 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. Mistress, both man and master 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 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. Diffembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. E. Ant. Diffembling harlot, thou art false in all; And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathfome abject fcorn of me: But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes, That would behold in me this fhameful sport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him: be ftrives.

Adr. Oh, bind him, bind him, let him not come

near me.

Pinch. More company; - the fiend is ftrong within

him.

Luc. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! E. Ant. What, will you murder me? thou jailor, thou,

I am thy prifoner, wilt thou fuffer them

To make a refcue?

Offi. Mafters; let him go:

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

Pinch.

Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantick too.
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;
Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,

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

E. Dro. Master, 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?

Manent Officer, Adriana, Luciana, and Courtezan.

Offi. One Angelo, a goldfmith'; do you know him? dr. 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 hufband had of him." Adr. He did befpeak a chain for me, but had it not. Cour. When as your hufband all in rage to day Came to my houfe, and took away my ring, (The ring I faw upon his finger now) Strait 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 goldfmith is,
I long to know the truth hereof at large.

SCENE XI.

1

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

Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
Adr. And come with naked fwords;

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 ftuff from thence:

I long, that we were fafe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, ftay here this night; they will furely do us no harm; you faw, they fpake 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 still, and turn witch.

S. Ant. I will not stay to night for all the town; Therefore away, to get our stuff aboadr. [Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V.
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 proteft, he had the chain of me, Tho' most dishonestly he doth deny it. Mer. How is the man efteem'd here in the city? Ang. Of very reverent reputation, Sir,

Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,

Second to none that lives here in the city;
His word might bear my wealth at any time.
Mer. Speak foftly: yonder, as I think, he walks,

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracuse,

Aug. 'Tis fo; and that felf chain about his neck, Which he forfwore most monstrously to have. Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll fpeak to him. Signior Antipholis, I wonder much

J

That you would put me to this fhame and trouble;
And not without fome fcandal to yourself,
With circumftance and oaths fo to deny
This chain, which now you wear so openly;
Befides the charge, the fhame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honeft friend;
Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoifted fail, and put to sea to day :
This chain you had of me, can you deny it?
S. Ant. I think, I had; I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, Sir; and forfwore it too,
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forfwear it?

Mer.