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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder. |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or |
rather, to prophesy like the parrot, 'Beware the rope's-end.' |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Wilt thou still talk? |
[Beating him] |
COURTEZAN. How say you now? Is not your husband mad? |
ADRIANA. His incivility confirms no less. |
Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer: |
Establish him in his true sense again, |
And I will please you what you will demand. |
LUCIANA. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! |
COURTEZAN. Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy. |
PINCH. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. |
[Striking him] |
PINCH. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, |
To yield possession to my holy prayers, |
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight. |
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad. |
ADRIANA. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul! |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. You minion, you, are these your customers? |
Did this companion with the saffron face |
Revel and feast it at my house to-day, |
Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, |
And I denied to enter in my house? |
ADRIANA. O husband, God doth know you din'd at home, |
Where would you had remain'd until this time, |
Free from these slanders and this open shame! |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Din'd at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Sir, Sooth to say, you did not dine at home. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And did not she herself revile me there? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And did not I in rage depart from thence? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. In verity, you did. My bones bear witness, |
That since have felt the vigour of his rage. |
ADRIANA. Is't good to soothe him in these contraries? |
PINCH. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, |
And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me. |
ADRIANA. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, |
By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Money by me! Heart and goodwill you might, |
But surely, master, not a rag of money. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Went'st not thou to her for purse of ducats? |
ADRIANA. He came to me, and I deliver'd it. |
LUCIANA. And I am witness with her that she did. |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. God and the rope-maker bear me witness |
That I was sent for nothing but a rope! |
PINCH. Mistress, both man and master is possess'd; |
I know it by their pale and deadly looks. |
They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day? |
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? |
ADRIANA. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold; |
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out. |
ADRIANA. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. 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 these false eyes |
That would behold in me this shameful sport. |
ADRIANA. O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me. |
PINCH. More company! The fiend is strong within him. |
Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives |
LUCIANA. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou, |
I am thy prisoner. Wilt thou suffer them |
To make a rescue? |
OFFICER. Masters, let him go; |
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him. |
PINCH. Go bind this man, for he is frantic too. |
[They bind DROMIO] |
ADRIANA. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer? |
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man |
Do outrage and displeasure to himself? |
OFFICER. He is my prisoner; if I let him go, |
The debt he owes will be requir'd of me. |
ADRIANA. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee; |
Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, |
And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. |
Good Master Doctor, see him safe convey'd |
Home to my house. O most unhappy day! |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. O most unhappy strumpet! |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Master, I am here ent'red in bond for you. |
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Out on thee, villian! Wherefore |
dost thou mad me? |
DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Will you be bound for nothing? |
Be mad, good master; cry 'The devil!' |
LUCIANA. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk! |
ADRIANA. Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me. |
<Exeunt all but ADRIANA, LUCIANA, OFFICERS, and COURTEZAN |
Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? |
OFFICER. One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know him? |
ADRIANA. I know the man. What is the sum he owes? |
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