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let us go.
Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am me of supping ?
in adversity. Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress :
Off. Good now, hold thy tongue. I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at hands. dinner,
Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain ! Or for my diamond the chain you promis’d, Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you. might not feel your blows. Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, one's Dail,
and so is an ass. A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,
Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove A nut, a cherry-stone;
it by my long ears. I have served him from the But she, more covetous, would have a chain, hour of my nativity to this instant, and have Master, be wise : an if you give it her,
nothing at his hands for my service but blows. The devil will shake her chain and fright us When I am cold, he heats me with beating ; with it.
when I am warm, he cools me with beating; I Cour. I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain : am waked with it when I sleep; raised with it I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
when I sit; driven out of doors with it when I Ant. $. Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, go from home; welcomed home with it when I
return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a Dro. S. Fly pride,' says the peacock ; mis- beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he tress, that you know.
hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door Eceunt ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and to door.
DROMIO of Syracuse. Ant. E. Come, go along: my wife is coming Cour. Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad, yonder. Else would he never so demean himself. A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and
Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your The reason that I gather he is mad,
end; or rather, the prophecy like the parrot, Besides this present instance of his rage, Beware the rope's end. Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ? Beats him. Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Cour. How say you now? is not your husband Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
Establish him in his true sense again,
Pinch. Give me your hand and let me feel SCENE IV.-A Street.
Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and the Officer.
Strikes him. Ant. E. Fear me not, man; I will not break Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within
away : I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money, To yield possession to my holy prayers, To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight : My wife is in a wayward mood to-day,
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. And will not lightly trust the messenger.
Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace ! I am not That I should be attach'd in Ephesus,
mad. I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears. Adr. 0! that thou wert not, poor distressed soul.
Ant. E. You minion, you, are these your cus. Enter DROMIO of Ephesus with a rope's end.
tomers ? Here comes myman: I think he brings the money. Did this companion with the saffron face How now, sir! have you that I sent you for ? Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut them all.
i1 And I denied to enter in my house? Ant. E. But where's the money ?
Adr. O husband, God doth know you din'd Dro. E. Why,sir, I gave the money for the rope.
at home; Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope? Where would you had remain’d until this time,
Dro. E. I'll serre you, sir, five hundred at Free from these slanders and this open shame! the rate.
Ant. E. Dined at home! Thou villain, what Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee say'st thou ? home?
Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir ; and to that end home. am I returned.
Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up and I Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. shut out?
Beats him. Dro. E. Perdy, your doors were lock'd and you Of. Good sir, be patient.
Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there? | Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
80 Good Master doctor, see him safe convey'd
Ant, E. O most unhappy strumpet!
thou mad me ?
mad, good master; cry 'the devil!
Adr. Is't good to soothe him in these contraries? talk.
Exeunt Pinch and Assistants with AntiPHOLUS
of Ephesus anil DROMIO of Ephesus.
Of. One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know
Adr. I know the man. What is the sum he
Off. Two hundred ducats. But surely, master, not a rag of money.
Say, how grows it due ? Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse Off. Due for a chain your husband had of him. of ducats?
Adr. He did bespeak a chain for me, but bad Adr. He came to me, and I delivered it,
The ring I saw upon his finger now,
Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, with his rapier forth to-day?
draren, and DROMIO of Syracuse. And why dost thou deny the bag of gold ? Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again.
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. Adr. And come with baked swords. Let's
Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold; call more help,
Away' they'll kill us. in both.
Exeunt ADRIANA, LUCIANA, anel Officer. Ant. E. Dissembling harlot! thou art false in all, Ant. S. I see these witches are afraid of swords. And art confederate with a damned pack
Dro. S. She that would be your wife now ran To make a loathsome abject scorn of me; But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes Ant. S. Come to the Centaur ; fetch our stuff That would behold in me this shameful sport.
from thence : Adr. O! bind him, bind him, let him not come I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
Dro. S. Faith, stay here this night, they will Pinch. More company! the fiend is strong surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, within him.
give us gold: methinks they are such a gentle Luc. Ay me! poor man, how pale and wan he nation, that but for the mountain of mad flesh looks!
that claims marriage of me, I could find in my
heart to stay here still, and turn witch. Enter three or four, and bind ANTIPHOLUS
Ant. S. I will not stay to-night for all the town; of Ephesus.
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou
Exeunt. gaoler, thou, I am thy prisoner : wilt thou suffer them
SCENE I.---A Strect before an Abbey.
Enter Merchant and ANGELO.
Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the city ? 01. He is my prisoner : if I let him go, Ang. Of very reverend reputation, sir, The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.
Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,
His word might bear my wealth at any time. Adr. As roughly as my modesty would let me. Mer. Speak softly: yonder, as I think, he walks. Abb. Haply, in private.
And in assemblies too. co Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of Syracuse.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.
Adr. It was the copy of our conference: Ang. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck In bed, he slept not for my urging it; Which he forswore most monstrously to have. 11 At board, he fed not for my urging it; Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him. Alone, it was the subject of my theme; Signior Antipholus, I wonder much
In company I often glanced it:
Abb. And thereof came it that the man was With circumstance and oaths so to deny
mad: This chain which now you wear so openly: The venom clamours of a jealous woman Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment, Poison more deadly than a mad dog's tooth. 70 You have done wrong to this my honest friend, It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing, Who, but for staying on our controversy, And thereof comes it that his head is light. Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day.
Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upThis chain you had of me: can you deny it? braidings :
Ant. $. I think I had : I never did deny it. Unquiet meals make ill digestions ;
But moody and dull melancholy,
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
They draw. To be disturb’d, would mad or man or beast :
The consequence is then thy jealous fits Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, Courtezan, and
Have scar'd thy husband from the use of wits. others.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly Adr. Hold! hurt him not, for God's sake! he When he demean'd himself rough, rude, and is mad.
wildly. Some get within him, take his sword away :: Why bear you these rebukes and answer not? Lind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof. :90 Dro. S. Run, master, run ; for God's sake take Good people, enter and lay hold on him. a house!
Abb. No; not a creature enters in my house. This is some priory: in, or we are spoil'd. Adr. Then let your servants bring my husband
Exeunt ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and forth.
And it shall privilege him from your hands
Till I have brought him to his wits again, Abb. Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you or lose my labour in assaying it. hither!
Adr. I will attend my husband, be bis nurse, Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband Diet his sickness, for it is my office, hence.
And will have no attorney but myself ; Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, 40 And therefore let me have him home with me. And bear him home for his recovery.
Abb. Be patient; for I will not let him stir Ang. I knew he was not in his perfect wits. Till I have us'd the approved means I have, Mer. I am sorry now that I did draw on him. With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers, Abb. How long hath this possession held the To make of him a formal man again. man ?
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, A charitable duty of my order; And much different from the man he was ; Therefore depart and leave him here with me. But till this afternoon his passion
Adr. I will not hence and leave my husband Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
here; Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck And ill it doth beseem your holiness of sea ?
To separate the husband and the wife. Buried some dear friend! Hath not else his eye Abb. Be quiet and depart: thou shalt not Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
Exit. A sin prevailing much in yonthful men,
Luc. Complain unto the duke of this indignity. Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
Adr. Come, go: I will fall prostrate at his feet, Which of these sorrows is he subject to? And never rise until my tears and prayers
Adr. To none of these, except it be the last ; Have won his grace to come in person hither, Namely, some love that drew him oft from home. And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
Abb. You should forthat have reprehended him. Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five: Adr. Why, so I did.
Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person Abb.
Ay, but not rough enough. | Comes this way to the melancholy vale,
The place of death and sorry execution,
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publicly, 13)
Ang. Upon what cause?
Mer. To see a reverend Syracusian merchant, He cries for you and vows, if he can take you, Who put unluckily into this bay To scorch your face and to disfigure you. Against the laws and statutes of this town, Cry within Beheaded publicly for his offence. Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress: fly, be gone! Duke. Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
Ang. See where they come: we will behold his death.
Luc. Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey. Enter DUKE, attended; ÆGEON bare-headed; with the Headsman and other Officers.
Adr. Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
Duke. She is a virtuous and a reverend lady: It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong. Adr. May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,
Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
And I to thee engag'd a prince's word,
Enter a Servant.
Serv. O mistress, mistress! shift and save yourself.
My master and his man are both broke loose,
And that is false thou dost report to us.
Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almost, since I did see it.
Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke! O! grant me justice,
Even for the service that long since I did thee,
I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife,
While she with harlots feasted in my house.
myself, he, and my
Adr. No, my good lord:
Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
In this the madman justly chargeth them!
Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say:
And ever as it blaz'd they threw on him
To go in person with me to my house.
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Of vile confederates along with them They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch, A living-dead man. This pernicious slave, Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer, And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse, And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me, Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence, And in a dark and dankish vault at home There left me and my man, both bound together; Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder, I gain'd my freedom, and immediately Ran hither to your grace, whom I beseech To give me ample satisfaction
For these deep shames and great indignities. Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,
That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no? Ang. He had, my lord; and when he ran in here, These people saw the chain about his neck.
Mer. Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine Heard you confess you had the chain of him 261 After you first forswore it on the mart; And thereupon I drew my sword on you; And then you fled into this abbey here, From whence, I think, you are come by miracle. Ant. E. I never came within these abbey-walls, Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! As this is false you burden me withal.
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this! I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup. If here you hous'd him, here he would have been ; If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly; You say he din'd at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
Dro. E. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porpentine.
Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.
Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now. Ege. O grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,
And careful hours, with Time's deformed hand, Have written strange defeatures in my face: 300 But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice? Ant. E. Neither.
Ege. Dromio, nor thou? Dro. E. No, trust me, sir, nor I. Ege. I am sure thou dost. Dro. E. Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
Ege. Not know my voice! O time's extremity, Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up, Yet hath my night of life some memory, My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses, I cannot err, Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
Ant. E. I never saw my father in my life. 320 Ege. But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy, Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery.
Ant. E. The duke and all that know me in
Can witness with me that it is not so:
Duke. I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years