Mell. Miftrefs, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almoft, fince I did fee it. He cries for you, and vows if he can take you, To fcorch your face, and to disfigure you. [Cry within. Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress; fly be gone. Duke. Come, ftand by me, fear nothing: guard with halberds Adr. Ay me, it is my husband; witness you, That he is borne about invisible! Ev'n now we hous'd him in the abbey here, SCENE V. Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Ephefus. E. Ant. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh, grant me juftice. Even for the fervice that long fince I did thee, Deep fcars to fave thy life; even for the blood E. Ant. Juftice, fweet Prince, against that woman She whom thou gav'ft to me to be my wife; That hath abused and difhonour'd me, Ev'n in the ftrength and height of injury. That the this day hath fhameless thrown on me. To SCORCH jour face,-] We fhould read scOTCH, i. e. hack, cut. WARBURTON. Whilft Whilft fhe with harlots feafted in my houfe: Duke. A grievous fault; fay, woman, didft thou fo? Adr. No, my good Lord-myfelf, he, and my fifter, To-day did dine together: fo befal my foul, As this is falfe, he burdens me withal! Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor fleep on night, But fhe tells to your highness fimple truth! Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forfworn. In this the mad-man juftly chargeth them. E. Ant. My Liege, I am advised, what I fay. There did this perjur'd goldfmith fwear me down, I did obey, and fent my peafant home To go in perfon with me to my house. By th' way we met my wife, her fifter, and They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, And, And, gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulse, Ran hither to your Grace; whom I beseech For thefe deep fhames and great indignities. Ang. My Lord, in truth, thus far I witnefs with him; That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. Duke. But he had fuch a chain of thee, or no? Ang. He had, my Lord; and when he ran in here, These people faw the chain about his neck. Mer. Befides, I will be fworn, these ears of mine Heard you confefs, you had the chain of him After you first forfwore it on the mart; And thereupon I drew my fword on you; And then you fled into this abbey here, From whence, I think, you're come by miracle. E. Ant. I never came within these abbey-walic Nor ever didst thou draw thy fword on me; I never faw the chain, fo help me heav'n! And this is falfe, you burden me withal. Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this? E. Dro. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porcu- 1 Duke. Duke. Why, this is ftrange; go call the Abbefs hither; I think, you are all mated, or stark mad. [Exit one to the Abbess. SCENE VI. Egeon. Moft mighty Duke, vouchfafe me speak a word: Haply, I fee a friend, will fave my life; And pay the fum that may deliver me. Duke. Speak freely, Syracufan, what thou wilt. Ægeon. Is not your name, Sir, call'd Antipholis ? And is not that your bond-man Dromio? E. Dro. Within this hour I was his bond-man, Sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords; 'Now am I Dromio, and his man unbound. Ægeon. I am fure, you both of you remember me. E. Dro. Ourselves we do remember, Sir, by you; For lately we were bound, as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient; are you, Sir? Egeon, Why look you ftrange on me? you know me well. E. Ant. I never faw you in my life, 'till now. Egeon. Oh! grief hath chang'd me, fince you faw me laft; And careful hours with time's deformed hand 2 Have written ftrange defeatures in my face; Egeon. Dromio, nor thou? E. Dro. No, truft me, Sir, nor I. Egeon. I am fure, thou doft. E. Dro. I, Sir? but I am fure, I do not: and whatfoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. Strange defeatures. Defea- The meaning is, time hath canture is the privative of feature. celled my features. Egeon. Not know my voice! oh, time's extremity! And all the conduits of my blood froze up; E. Ant. I never faw my father in my life. Egeon. But feven years fince, in Syracufa bay, Thou know'ft, we parted; but, perhaps, my fon, Thou fham'ft t'acknowledge me in mifery. E. Ant. The Duke, and all that know me in the city, Can witnefs with me that it is not fo: I ne'er faw Syracufa in my life. Duke. I tell thee, Syracufan, twenty years During which time he ne'er faw Syracufa : SCENE VII. Enter the Abbefs, with Antipholis Syracufan, and Dromio Syracufan. Abb. Moft mighty Duke, Adr. I fee two husbands, or behold a man much [All gather to fee him. mine eyes deceive me. Duke. One of these men is Genius to the other 3 All these OLD witnesses, 1 cannot err,] I believe we should read. All these HOLD witnesses I cannot err, i. e. All these continue to testify that I cannot err, and tell me, &c. WARBURTON. And |