Ant. of Eph. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad! Adr. Oh, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul ! Ant. of Eph. You minion, you, are these your cus tomers? Did this companion, with the saffron face, Revel and feast it at my house to-day? Adr. Oh, husband! Heaven doth know you din'd at home, Where, would you had remain'd until this time, Ant. of Eph. Din'd at home!-Thou villain, what say'st thou? Dro. of Eph. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. Ant. of Eph. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut out? Dro. of Eph. In sooth, your doors were lock'd, and you shut out. Ant. of Eph. And did not she herself revile me there? Dro. of Eph. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. Ant. of Eph. And did not I, in rage, depart from thence? Dro. of Eph. In verity you did-my bones bear witness, That since have felt the vigour of your rage. Ant. of Eph. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me. Adr. Alas! I sent you money to redeem you. By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. Dro. of Eph. Money by me !-Heart and good will you might, But surely, master, not a doit of money. Ant. of Eph. Went'st thou not to her for a purse of ducats? Adr. He came to me, and I delivered it. Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did. Dro. of Eph. Heaven, and the rope-maker, can bear me witness That I was sent for nothing but a rope. Pinch. Mistress, both man and master are possess'd, I know it by their pale and deadly looks; They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. Ant. of Eph. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day? And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. Dro. of Eph. And, gentle master, I received no gold; But I can swear, sir, that we were locked out. Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. Ant. of Eph. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all, And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathsome abject scorn of me. Adr. Oh, hold him, hold him! let him not come Ant. of Eph. What, will you murder me?—Thou gaoler, thou, I am thy prisoner; wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue ? Offi. Masters, let him go: He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him. Hast thou delight to see a wretched man [ATTENDANTS force off ANTIPHOLIS OF Adr. I will discharge thee Bear me forthwith unto his creditor But say, whose suit is he arrested at ? Offi. One Angelo, a goldsmith-do you know him? Adr. I know the man -what is the sum he owes ? Offi. Two hundred ducats, Due for a bracelet, which your husband had. Straight after did I meet him with the bracelet. Luc. Heaven, for thy mercy! they are loose again! Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF Let's call more help, to have them bound again. [Exeunt. Dro. of Syr. She, that would be your wife, now ran from you. Ant. of Syr. Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence. I long that we were safe and sound aboard. Dro. of Syr. '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 flesh, who claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here still, and turn witch myself. Ant. of Syr. I will not stay, to-night, for all the town, So many, and such strange events, pursue me, [Exeunt. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. A Street before a Priory. Enter ANGELO and Second MERCHANT. Angelo. I am sorry, sir, that I have hinder'd you; But I protest he had the jewel of me, Though most dishonestly he did deny it. 2 Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the city? Angelo. Of very reverend estimation, sir, Of credit infinite, highly belov'd, Second to none that lives within our walls. 2 Mer. Speak softly; yonder, as I think, he comes. Angelo. 'Tis so, and that same bracelet on his arm, Which he foreswore most monstrously to have. Good sir, draw near to me; I'll speak to him. Enter ANTIPHOLIS OF SYRACUSE and DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Signor Antipholis, I wonder much. That you would put me to this shame and trouble, 2 Mer. These ears of mine, thou knowest well, did hear thee. Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou liv'st To walk, where any honest men resort. Ant. of Syr. Thou art a villain, to impeach me I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, LESBIA, and Adr. Hold! hurt him not, for Heaven's sake!he's mad! |