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 witnefs with her, that fhe did.

E. Dro. God and the rope-maker do bear me witness, That I was fent for nothing but a rope.

Pinch. Miftrefs, both man and mafter áre 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 doft thou deny the bag of gold?

Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. E. Dro. And, gentle mafter, I receiv'd no gold, But I confefs, Sir, that we were lock'd out.

Adr. Diffembling villain, thou speak'ft falfe 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 falfe 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;

him.

-the fiend is ftrong within

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 rescue?

Off. Mafters; let him go:

He is my prifoner, and you shall 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 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 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 house. Oh, most unhappy day!
E. Ant. Oh, most 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? Adr. 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 husband 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 see it. ·

Come,

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

SCENE XI.

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

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 see 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 fafe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, stay here this night; they will furely do us no harm; you saw, they spake 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 ftuff aboadr.

[Exeunt.

ACT

I

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 proteft, 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 foftly yonder, as I think, he walks.

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracuse.

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 fpeak to him.
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much

That you would put me to this fhame and trouble;
And not without fome scandal 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 honest friend
Who, but for ftaying on our controverfy,
Had hoifted fail, and put to fea 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.

Mer. Thefe ears of mine, thou knoweft, did hear

thee;

Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis pity, that thou liv'st

To walk where any honeft men refort.

S. Ant. Thou art a villain, to impeach me thus. I'll mine honour and my honefty prove

Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.

Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.

SCENE II.

[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 fword 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.

[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 fast,

And bear him home for his recovery.

Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits. Mer. I'm forry now, tha I did draw on him. Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man? Adr. This week he hath been heavy, fower, 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 wreck at fea? Bury'd fome dear friend? hath not elfé his Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?

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