To make a loathfome abject scorn of me:

But with these Nails I'll pluck out thofe falfe Eyes,
That would behold in me this fhameful Sport.

me.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him: He ftrives. Adri. Oh bind him, bind him, let him not come near

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 murther me? Thou Jailor thou, I am thy Prifoner, wilt thou fuffer them to make a Refcue?

Offic. Mafters; let him go; he is my Prifoner, and you fhall not have him.

Pinch. Go bind this Man, for he is frantick too.
Adri. What wilt thou do, thou peevish Officer?
Haft thou delight to fee a wretched Man
Do Outrage and Displeasure to himfelf?

Offi. He is my Prisoner, if I let him go,
The Debt he owes will be requir'd of me.

Adri, I will difcharge thee, e'er I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his Creditor, [They bind Ant. and Dro. And knowing how the Debt grows I will pay it. Good Mafter Doctor fee him fafe convey'd Home to my House, oh moft unhappy Day. E. Ant. Oh moft unhappy Strumpet.

E. Dro: Mafter, I am 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 Souls, how idely do they talk! Adri. Go bear him hence; Sifter go you with me. Say, now, whofe Suit is he arrested at?

[Exeunt Pinch, Ant. and Dro.

Manet Officer, Adri. Luci. and Courtezan.

Offic. One Angelo, a Goldsmith, do you know him?
Adri. I know the Man; what is the Sum he owes?
Offic. Two hundred Duckets.

Adri. Say, how grows it due?

Offic. Due for a Chain your Husband had of him.
Adri. He did befpeak a Chain for me, but had it not.
Cour. When as your Husband, all in rage to Day,

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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.

Adri. It may be fo, but I did never fee it.
Come Jailor, bring me where the Goldsmith is,
I long to know the Truth hereof at large.

Enter Antipholis Siracufian with his Rapier drawn, and
Dromio Sirac.

Luc. God for thy Mercy, they are loose again.
Adri. And come with naked Swords;

Let's call more help to have them bound again.

Offic. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run all out. [Exeunt.

S. Ant. I fee these Witches are afraid of Swords. 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 fafe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith ftay here this Night, they will furely do us no harm; you faw they spake to us fair, give us Gold; methinks they are fuch a gentle Nation, that but for the Mountain of mad Flefh that claims Marriage of me, I could find in my Heart to ftay here ftill, and turn Witch. S. Ant. I will not stay to Night for all the Town, Therefore away, to get our Stuff aboard.

[Exeunt.

Ang. I

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Enter the Merchant and Angelo.

am forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you, But I proteft he had the Chain of me, Though most dishoneftly he did 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

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracufe. Ang. Tis fo; and that felf Chain about his Neck, Which he forfwore, moft monftrously, to have. Good Sir draw near to me, I'll speak to him. Signior Antipholis, I wonder much

That you would put me to this Shame and Trouble,
And not without fome Scandal to your felf,
With Circumftance and Oaths fo to deny
This Chain, which now you wear fo openly;
Befide the Charge, the Shame, Imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honeft Friend,
Who but for staying on our Controversie,
Had hoifted Sail, 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. Thefe Ears of mine thou know'ft did hear thee:
Fie on thee, Wretch, 'tis pity that thou liv'st

To walk where any honeft Men resort.

S. Ant. Thou art a Villain to impeach me thus, I'll prove mine Honour and my Honesty

Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.

Mer. I dare, and do defie thee for a Villain. [They draw. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan and others.

Adr. Hold, hurt him not for God's fake, he is mad, Some get within him, take his Sword away:

Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my House.

S. Dro. Run Mafter, run, for God's fake take a House; This is fome Priory, in, or we are spoil'd.

Enter Lady Abbefs.

[Exeunt to the Priory.

Abb. Be quiet People, wherefore throng you hither? Adr. To fetch my poor diftracted Husband hence; Let us come in, that we may bind him fast,

And bear him home for his Recovery.

Ang. I knew he was not in his perfect Wits.
Mer. I am forry now that I did draw on him.
Abb. How long hath this Poffeffion held the Man?
Adr. This Week he hath been heavy, four, fad,
And much, much different from the Man he was:

But 'till this Afternoon his Paffion

Ne'er brake into extremity of Rage.

Abb. Hath he not loft much Wealth by wrack at Sea,
Bury'd fome dear Friend, hath not else his Eye
Stray'd his Affection in unlawful Love?

A Sin prevailing much in youthful Men,
Who give their Eyes the liberty of gazing.
Which of thefe Sorrows is he fubject to?

Adr. To none of thefe, except it be the last,
Namely, fome Love that drew him oft from home.
Abb. You should for that have reprehended him.
Adr. Why fo I did.

Abb. Ay, but not rough enough.

Adr. As roughly as my Modefty would let me.
Abb. Haply in private.

Adr. And in Affemblies too.

Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Adr. It was the Copy of our Conference.
In Bed he flept not for my urging it,
At Board he fed not for my urging it;
Alone, it was the Subject of my Theam;
In Company I often glanced it;

Still did I tell him, it was vile and bad.

Abb. And thereof came it that the Man was mad. The venomous Clamours of a jealous Woman, Poisons more deadly than a mad Dog's Tooth, It feems his Sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing, And thereof comes it that his Head is light. Thou fay'st his Meat was fauc'd with thy Upbraidings, Unquiet Meals make ill Digestions,

Thereof the raging Fire of Fever bred,

And what's a Fever but a Fit of Madness?

Thou fay'ft his Sports were hindred by thy Brawls.
Sweet Recreation barr'd what doth enfue,
But muddy and dull Melancholy,
Kinfman to grim and comfortless Despair,
And at her Heels a huge infectious Troop
Of pale Diftemperatures, and Foes to Life?
In Food, in Sport, and life-preferving Reft
To be disturb'd, would mad or Man or Beaft;
The Confequence is then, thy jealous Fits

Have fcar'd thy Husband from the use of Wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly..
Why hear you thofe 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 enters in my House.
Adr. Then let your Servants bring my Husband forth.
Abb. Neither; he took this Place for Sanctuary,
And it fhall privilege him from your Hands,
'Till I have brought him to his Wits again,
Or lose my Labour in affaying it.

Adr. I will attend my Husband, be his Nurse,
Diet his Sickness, for it is my Office,
And will have no Attorney but my felf,
And therefore let me have him home with me.
Abb. Be patient, for I will not let him ftir,
'Till I have us'd the approved Means I have,
With wholfome Syrups, 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.
Adr. Come go, I will fall proftrate at his Feet,
And never rife until my Tears and Prayers
Have won his Grace to come in Perfon hither,

And take perforce my Husband from the Abbefs. [Exeunt.
Enter Merchant and Angelo.

Mer. By this I think the Dial points at Five:
Anon I am fure the Duke himself in Perfon
Comes this way to the melancholy Vale;
The place of Death and forry Execution,
Behind the Ditches of the Abbey here.
Ang. Upon what Cause?

Mer. To fee a reverend Syracufian Merchant,
Who put unluckily into this Bay

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