SCENE X. Manent Officer, Adri. Luci. and Courtezan. Offi. One Angelo, a goldfmith; do you know him? Adr. Say, how grows it due? Offi. Due for a chain your husband had of him. SCENE XI. Enter Antipholis Syracufan with his rapier drawn, Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. To have them bound again. Offi. Away, they'll kill us. Manent Ant. and Dro. [They run out. S. Ant. I fee, these witches are afraid of fwords. E. 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, stay here this night, they will, furely, do us no harm; you faw, they fpake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are such a gentle nation, that, but for the mountain of mad flesh that that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay 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. ** I Am sorry, fir, that I have hinder'd you, Mer. How is the man efteem'd here in the city? Of credit infinite, highly belov'd, Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Syracufe. Ang. 'Tis fo; and that self chain about his neck, That you would put me to this fhame and trouble, Had Had hoisted 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, fir, and forswore it too. S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forfwear it? Mer. These ears of mine, thou knoweft well, did hear thee: Fie 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 prove mine honour and my honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand. 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, master, run, for god's fake, take a house; This is fome priory; in, or we are spoil'd. [Exeunt to the priory. 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. Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man ? Abb. Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at fea? A fin prevailing much in youthful men, Adr. To none of these, except it be the last, Abb. Ay, but not rough enough. Adr. As roughly. as my modefty would let me. Adr. And in affemblies too. Abb. Ay, ay, but not enough. a Adr. It was the copy of our conference. In bed he slept not for my urging it, Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. Abb. And thereof came it that the man was mad. The venom'd clamours of a jealous woman Poifon more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. It feems, his fleeps 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 fports were hinder'd with thy brawls: Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth enfue, But moody, moping, and dull melancholy, Akin to grim and comfortless despair, a By copy here is to be understood abundance, fulness, as copia fignifies in latin; and in this fenfe Ben. Jonfon and other authors of that time frequently ufe it. VOL. I. Hhh And And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly, Abb. No, not a creature enters in my house. Adr. Then let your fervants bring my husband forth. Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse, And therefore let me have him home with me. 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 holinefs To separate the hufband and the wife. Abb. Be quiet, and depart, thou shalt not have him. [Exit Abb. 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 |