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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
din'd at home, Where, would you had remain'd until this time, Free from these slanders, and this open shame. 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
me witness That I was sent for nothing but a rope. Pinch. Mistress, both man and master are pos.
sess'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. But with these nails I'll pluck out those false eyes, That would behold me in this shameful sort. Adr. Oh, hold him, hold him ! let him not come near me!
(ATTENDANTS seize him. Pinch. More company! the fiend is strong within
him. Ant. of Eph. What, will you murder me ?- Thou
Offi. Masters, let him go :
Pinch. Go, bind that man, for he is frantic too.
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Offi. He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
Adr. Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd
(ATTENDANTS force of ANTIPHOLIS Or
EPHESUS, DROM10, and Pinch.
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
Off. Two hundred ducats,
Adr. He did bespeak’t for me, but had it not.
Lesbia. 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) Straight after did I meet him with the bracelet.
Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it. Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is; I long to know the truth hereof at large.
Luc. Heaven, for thy mercy! they are loose again!
Adr. And come with naked swords !
SYRACUSE, with drawn Swords.
[Exeunt. Dro. of Syr. She, that would be your wife, now ran
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 fesh, 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, "Tis madness all! and I begin to doubt, That even love and beauty are but snares, To plunge my soul in yet severer cares.
ACT THE FIFTH.
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 esteemi'd here in the city?
Angelo. Of very reverend estimation, sir,
2 Mer. Speak softly; yonder, as I think, he comes. Angelo. 'Tis so, and that same bracelet on
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
Signor Antipholis, I wonder much
Ant. of Syr. I know I had—I never did deny it.
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
2 Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain !
Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, LESBIA, and
Adr. Hold! hurt him not, for Heaven's sake!