E. Dro. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, That fince have felt the vigour of your rage.

Adr. Is't good to footh him in thefe contraries? Pinch. It is no fhame; the fellow finds his vien, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. E.An. Thou haft fuborn'd the goldfmith to arrest me. Adr. Alas, I fent you money to redeem you, By Dromio here, who came in hafte for it.

E. Dro. Money by me? heart and good-will you might, But, furely, mafter, not a rag of money.

E. Ant. Went'ft not thou to her for a purse of ducats? Adr. He came to me and I deliver'd it.

Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did.

E. Dro. God and the rope-maker do bear me witness, That I was fent for nothing but a rope!

Pinch. Miftrefs, both man and mafter are poffefs'd; I know it by their pale and deadly looks: They must be bound, and laid in fome dark room. E. Ant. Say, wherefore didft thou lock me forth to-day? -And why doft thou deny the bag of gold?

Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. E. Dro. And, gentle mafter, I receiv'd no gold; But, I confefs, fir, that we were lock'd out.

Adr. Diffembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. E. Ant. Diffembling harlot, thou art false in all; And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a loathfome abject fcorn of me : But with thefe nails I'll pluck out thefe falfe eyes, That would behold me in this fhameful fsport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him he ftrives.

Adr. Oh, bind him, bind him, let him not come near me.
Pinch. More company ;-the fiend is ftrong within him.
Luc. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
E. Ant. What, will you murder me?-Thou gaoler,
thou,

I am thy prifoner; wilt thou fuffer them
To make a rescue ?

Offi. Mafters, let him go :

He is my prifoner, and you fhall not have him.
Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevith officer ?

Haft thou delight to fee a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?

Offi. He is my prifoner; if I let him go, The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.

Adr. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his creditor.

[They bind ANTIPHOLIS and DROMIO. And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.Good master doctor, fee him safe convey'd Home to my house-Oh, most unhappy day! E. Ant. Oh, moft unhappy ftrumpet!

E. Dro. Master, I am here enter'd in bond for you. E. Ant. Out on thee, villain! wherefore doft thou mad me?

E. Dro. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, Good mafter; cry the devil.

Luc. God help, poor fouls, how idly do they talk! Adr. Go bear him hence.-Sifter, go you with me. [Exe. PINCH and affiftants, with ANTIPH. and DRO. Say now, whofe fuit is he arrested at?

Offi. One Angelo, a goldsmith: Do you know him? Adr. I know the man: What is the fum he owes? Offi. Two hundred ducats.

Adr. Say, how grows it due?

Offi. Due for a chain, your husband had of him. Adr. He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not. Cour. When as your husband all in rage to-day Came to my houfe, and took away my ring, (The ring I faw upon his finger now) Straight after, did I meet him with a chain.

Adr. It may be fo, but I did never feê it.Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldfmith is; I long to know the truth hereof at large.

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Enter ANTIPHOLIS of Syracufe, with his rapier drawn, and DROMIO of Syracufe.

Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loofe again. Adr. And come with naked fwords; let's call more

help,

To have them bound again.

Off. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run out.

Manent ANTIPHOLIS and DROMIO.

S. Ant. I fee, these witches are afraid of fwords.

S. 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, ftay here this night, they will furely do us no harm: you faw, they spake us fair, gave us gold: methinks, they are fuch a gentle nation, that but for the mountain of mad flesh 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 ftuff aboard.

[Exeunt.

ACT V. SCENE I.

A Street, before a Priory. Enter the Merchant, and ANGELO.

Angelo.

I AM forry, fir, that I have hinder'd you;
But, I proteft, he had the chain of me,
Though most difhoneftly he doth deny it.
Mer. How is the man efteem'd here in the city?
Ang. Of very reverend reputation, fir;

Of credit infinite, highly belov❜d,

Second to none that lives here in the city;
His word might bear my wealth at any time.
Mer. Speak foftly: yonder, as I think, he walks.

Enter ANTIPHOLIS and DROMIO of Syracufe.

Ang. 'Tis fo; and that self-chain about his neck,
Which he forfwore, moft monftroufly to have.
Good fir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.—
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much

That you would put me to this shame and trouble;
And not without some scandal to yourfelf,
With circumstance, and oaths, fo to deny
This chain, which now you wear fo openly.
Befides the charge, the fhame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honeft friend;
Who, but for ftaying on our controversy,
Had hoifted fail, and put to fea to-day :
This chain you had of me, can you deny it?
VOL. I. Ee

S. Ant. I think, I had; I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, fir :- and forfwore it too.
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it ?
Mer. Thefe ears of mine, thou knoweft, 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 my honour and my honesty
Against thee presently, if thou dar'ft stand.
Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.

[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 ANTIPH. and DRO. to the Priory.

Enter Lady Abbess.

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. Mer. I am forry now, that I did draw on him. Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man? Adr. This week he hath been heavy, four, fad, And much, much different from the man he was; But, till this afternoon, his paffion

Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at sea ? Burry'd fome dear friend? Hath not else his eye Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?

A fin prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
Which of these forrows is he fubject to?

Adr. To none of thefe, except it be the last; Namely, fome love, that drew him oft from home. Abb. You fhould for that have reprehended him. Adr. Why, fo I did.

Abb. But not rough enough.

Adr. As roughly, as my modefty would let me.

Abb. Haply, in private.

Adr. And in affemblies too.

Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Adr. It was the copy of our conference:
In bed, he flept not for my urging it;
At board, he fed not for my urging it;
Alone, it was the fubject of my theme;
In company, I often glanc'd at it;

Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.

Abb. And therefore came it, that the man was mad : The venom 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 therefore comes it, that his head is light. Thou fay'ft, his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings: Unquiet meals make ill digeftions,

Therefore the raging fire of fever bred;

And what's a fever but a fit of madness ?

Thou fay'ft, his fports were hinder'd by thy brawls :
Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth enfue,
But moody and dull melancholy,

Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair;
And, at her heels, a huge infectious troop
Of pale diftemperatures, and foes to life?
In food, in fport, and life-preserving rest
To be difturb'd, would mad or man or beaft:
The confequence is then, thy jealous fits
Have fcar'd thy husband from the ufe of wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himself rough, rude, and wildly.-
Why bear you these rebukes, and anfwer not?
Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof.-

Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.

Abb. No, not a creature enter in my house.

Adr. Then let your servants bring my husband forth. Abb. Neither he took this place for fanctuary,

And it fhall privilege him from your hands,

Till I have brought him to his wits again,

Or lofe my labour in affaying it.

Adr. I will attend my hufband, be his nurse,

Diet his fickness, for it is my office;
And will have no attorney but myself;

And therefore let me have him home with me.
Abb. Be patient; for I will not let him stir,