To make a loathfome abject scorn of me:
But with these Nails I'll pluck out those false Eyes,
That would behold in me this shameful Sport.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him: He strives.
Adri. Oh bind him, bind him, let him not come near

me.

Pinch. More Company, the Fiend is strong within him. Luc. Ay me poor Man, how pale and wan he looks. E. Ant. What, will you murther me? Thou Jailor thou, I am thy Prisoner, wilt thou suffer them to make a Rescue?

Offic. Masters; let him go; he is my Prisoner, and you shall not have him.

Pinch. Go bind this Man, for he is frantick too.

Adri. What wilt thou do, thou peevish Officer ?

Haft thou delight to see a wretched Man
Do Outrage and Displeasure to himself?

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

Adri. I will discharge thee, e'er I go from thee;
Bear me forthwith unto his Creditor, [They bind Ant. and Dro.
And knowing how the Debt grows I will pay it.
Good Master Doctor see him safe convey'd
Home to my House, oh most unhappy Day.
E. Ant. Oh most unhappy Strumpet.

E. Dro: Master, I am here enter'd in Bond for you.
E. Ant. Out on thee, Villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
E. Dro. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good

Master, cry the Devil.

Luc. God help poor Souls, how idely do they talk!
Adri. Go bear him hence; Sifter go you with me.

Say, now, whose Suit is he arrested at?

[Exeunt Pinch, Ant. and Dro.

Manet Officer, Adri. Luci. and Courtezan.
Offic. One Angelo, a Goldsmith, do you know him?
Adri. I know the Man; what is the Sum he owes?
Offic. Two hundred Duckets.
Adri. Say, how grows it due?

Offic. Due for a Chain your Husband had of him:
Adri. He did bespeak a Chain for me, but had it not.
Cour. When as your Husband, all in rage to Day,

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Came to my House, and took away my Ring,
The Ring I saw upon his Finger now,
Strait after did I meet him with a Chain.

Adri. It may be so, but I did never fee it.
Come Jailor, bring me where the Goldsmith is,
I long to know the Truth hereof at large.

Enter Antipholis Siracusian with his Rapier drawn, and

Dromio Sirac.

Luc. God for thy Mercy, they are loose again.
Adri. And come with naked Swords;

Let's call more help to have them bound again.

Offic. Away, they'll kill us.

[They run all out. [Exeunt.

S. Ant. I see these Witches are afraid of Swords. S. Dro. She that would be your Wife, now ran from you. S. Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our Stuff from thence: I long that we were safe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith stay here this Night, they will surely do us no harm; you faw they spake to us fair, give us Gold; methinks they are such 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 still, and turn Witch. S. Ant. I will not stay to Night for all the Town,

Therefore away, to get our Stuff aboard.

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ACT V.

SCENE I.

Enter the Merchant and Angelo.
am forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you,
But I proteft he had the Chain of me,

Though most dishonestly he did deny it.
Mer. How is the Man esteem'd here in the City?
Ang. Of very reverent Reputation, Sir,
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.

[Exeunt.

Entor

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracufe.
Ang. Tis so; and that self Chain about his Neck,
Which he forswore, most monftrously, to have.
Good Sir 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 fome Scandal to your self,
With Circumstance and Oaths so to deny
This Chain, which now you wear so openly;
Beside the Charge, the Shame, Imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honest Friend,
Who but for staying on our Controverfie,
Had hoisted Sail, and put to Sea to Day:
This Chain you had of me, can you deny it?
S. Ant. I think I had, I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, Sir, and forswore it too.
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it?
Mer. These Ears of mine thou know'st did hear thee:

Fie on thee, Wretch, 'tis pity that thou liv'st
To walk where any honest Men resort.

S. Ant. Thou art a Villain to impeach me thus,
I'll prove mine Honour and my Honefty
Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.

Mer. I dare, and do defie thee for a Villain. [They draw.
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan and others.
Adr. Hold, hurt him not for God's sake, he is mad,

Some get within him, take his Sword away:
Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my House.

S. Dro. Rua Master, run, for God's fake take a House;

This is some Priory, in, or we are spoil'd.

Enter Lady Abbess.

[Exeunt to the Priory.

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 Possession held the Man?
Adr. This Week he hath been heavy, four, sad,

And much, much different from the Man he was:

But 'till this Afternoon his Passion

Ne'er brake into extremity of Rage.

Abb. Hath he not loft much Wealth by wrack at Sea, Bury'd some dear Friend, hath not else his Eye Stray'd his Affection in unlawful Love? A Sin prevailing much in youthful Men, Who give their Eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these Sorrows is he subject to?

Adr. To none of these, except it be the last, Namely, some Love that drew him oft from home. Abb. You should for that have reprehended him. Adr. Why so I did.

Abb. Ay, but not rough enough.

Adr. As roughly as my Modesty 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 slept not for my urging it,
At Board he fed not for my urging it;
Alone, it was the Subject of my Theam;
In Company I often glanced it;
Still did I tell him, it was vile and bad.

Abb. And thereof came it that the Man was mad.
The venomous Clamours of a jealous Woman,
Poisons more deadly than a mad Dog's Tooth.
It seems his Sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
And thereof comes it that his Head is light.
Thou say'st his Meat was sauc'd with thy Upbraidings,
Unquiet Meals make ill Digestions,
Thereof the raging Fire of Fever bred,
And what's a Fever but a Fit of Madness?

Thou say'st his Sports were hindred by thy Brawls.
Sweet Recreation barr'd what doth ensue,

But muddy and dull Melancholy,
Kinsman to grim and comfortless Despair,
And at her Heels a huge infectious Troop
Of pale Distemperatures, and Foes to Life?
In Food, in Sport, and life-preserving Rest
To be disturb'd, would mad or Man or Beaft;
The Consequence is then, thy jealous Fits

Have scar'd thy Husband from the use of Wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly...
Why hear you those Rebukes, and answer not?

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Adr. She did betray me to my own Reproof. Good People enter and lay hold on him.

:

Abb. No, not a Creature enters in my House.
Adr. Then let your Servants bring my Husband forth.
Abb. Neither; he took this Place for Sanctuary,

And it shall privilege him from your Hands,
'Till I have brought him to his Wits again,

Or lose my Labour in assaying it.

Adr. I will attend my Husband, be his Nurse,

Diet his Sickness, for it is my Office,
And will have no Attorney but my felf,
And therefore let me have him home with me.

Abb. Be patient, for I will not let him stir,
'Till I have us'd the approved Means I have,
With wholsome Syrups, Drugs, and holy Prayers
To make of him a formal Man again:
It is a Branch and Parcel of mine Oath,
A charitable Duty of my Order;

Therefore depart and leave him here with me.

Adr. I will not hence, and leave my Husband here;
And ill it doth beseem your Holiness
To separate the Husband and the Wife.

Abb. Be quiet and depart, thou shalt not have him.
Luc. Complain unto the Duke of this Indignity.
Adr. Come go, I will fall prostrate at his Feet,

And never rise until my Tears and Prayers
Have won his Grace to come in Person hither,

And take perforce my Husband from the Abbess. (Exeunt.

Enter Merchant and Angelo.

Mer. By this I think the Dial points at Five:

Anon I am sure the Duke himself in Person
Comes this way to the melancholy Vale;
The place of Death and forry Execution,
Behind the Ditches of the Abbey here.
Ang. Upon what Cause?

Mer. To fee a reverend Syracufian Merchant,

Who put unluckily into this Bay

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