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By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
E. Dro. Mony by me? heart and good will

you might, But, surely, master, not a rag of mony.

E. Ant. Went'st thou to her for a purse 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 sent for nothing but a rope.

Pincb. Mistress, both man and master are poffeft; I know it by their pale and deadly looks ; They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. E. Ant. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forch 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 confess, Sir, that we were lock'd out.

Adr. Diffembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.

E. Ant. Diffembling harlot, thou art falle 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 these false eyes, That would behold in me this shameful sport.

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

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

near me. Pincb. More company ; - the fiend is strong within

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

I am thy prisoner, wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue?

Off. Mafters; let him go:
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.

Pinch. Go, bind this màn, for he is frantick too.

Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?

. He is my prisoner; if I let him go, The debt, he owes, will be requir'd of me.

Adr. I will discharge chee, 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 safe 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 suit is he arrested at?

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Manent Officer, Adriana, Luciana, and Courtezan.

Ofi. One Angelo, 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 it due ?
Offi. Due for a chain, your husband had of him.
Adr. He did bespeak a 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 saw upon his finger now)
Sirait after, did I meet him with a chain.
Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it. ·


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


Enter Antipholis of Syracuse, with his rapier drawn,

and Dromio of Syracuse.
Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.

Adr. And come with naked swords;
Let's call more help to have them bound again.
. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run out.

Manent Antipholis and Dromio.

S. Ant. I see 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 safe and sound aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us no harm ; you saw, they spake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are such a gentle nation, that, but for the mountain of mad Aesh 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.




A Street, before a Priory.

Enter the Merchant, and Angelo.



AM sorry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you;

But, I proteit, he had the chain of me, Tho'most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Mer. How is the min 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 softly : yonder, as I think, he walks.

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracuse.
Ang. 'Tis fo; and that self chain about his neck,
Which he forswore most monstrously to have.
Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much

would put me to this shame and trouble ;
And not without some scandal to yourself,
With circumstance and oaths so to deny
This chain, which now you wear so openly;
Belides the charge, the shame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honest friend;
Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoisted 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 forswore it too,
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it?


Mer. These ears of mine, thou knowest, did hear



Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis pity, that thou liv'ft
To walk where any honest 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'ft'stand.
Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.

[They draw.


Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and others.
Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake; he is

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

This is fome Priory-In, or we are spoil'd.

[Exeunt to the Priory.

Enter Lady Abbess.
Abb. Be quiet, people; wherefore throng you hither?

Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence;
Let us come in, that we may bind him falt,
And bear him home for his recovery.

Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits.
Mer. I'm sorry now, tha I did draw on him.
Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man?

Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sower, sad,
And much, much different from the man he was:
But, till this afternoon, his passion
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Abb. Hath hę not loft much wealth by wreck at fea?
Bury'd fome dear friend? hath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?


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