Ant. S. I understand thee not. Dro. S. No? why, 't is a plain case: he that went, like a bass-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob and 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a morrisAnt. S. What, thou meanest an officer? [pike. Dro. S. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed and says God give you good rest!' Ant. S. Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone? Dro. S. Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I; And here we wander in illusions: Some blessed power deliver us from hence! Enter a Courtezan. Cour. Well met, well met, Master Antipholus. Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not. Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof comes that the wenches say 'God damn me;' that's as much to say 'God make me a light wench.' It is written, they appear to men like angels of light: light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her. Cour. Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir. [here? Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner Dro. S. Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat; or bespeak a long spoon. Ant. S. Why, Dromio? Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping? Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress : Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner, [nail, Dro. S. Some devils ask but the parings of one's But she, more covetous, would have a chain. The reason that I gather he is mad, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. On purpose shut the doors against his way. Enter Antipholus of Ephesus and the Officer. Ant. E. Fear me not, man; I will not break away: I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money, To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for. My wife is in a wayward mood to-day, And will not lightly trust the messenger. That I should be attach'd in Ephesus, I tell you, 't will sound harshly in her ears. Enter Dromio of Ephesus with a rope's end. Here comes my man; I think he brings the money. How now, sir! have you that I sent you for? [all. Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them Ant. E. But where's the money? Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope? Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope? Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate. Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I returned. Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. [Beating him. Off. Good sir, be patient. Dro. E. Nay, 't is for me to be patient; I am in adversity. Off. Good, now, hold thy tongue. Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands. Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain! Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows. Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass. Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me with beating: I am waked with it when I sleep; raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when I return: nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door. [der. Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonEnter Adriana, Luciana, the Courtezan, and Pinch. Dro. E. Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or rather, the prophecy like the parrot, ‘beware the rope's end.' mad? Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk? [Beating him. Cour. How say you now? is not your husband Adr. 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. Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks! Cour. Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy! [pulse. Pinch. Give me your hand and let me feel your Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your [Striking him. ear. Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, housed within this To yield possession to my holy prayers [man, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight: I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven! [mad. Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul! Ant. E. You minion, you, are these your customDid this companion with the saffron face [ers? ACT V. Revel and feast it at my house to-day, [home; Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. Adr. Is 't good to soothe him in these contraries? Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of du- near me. Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives. Off. Masters, let him go: Pinch. Go bind this man, for he is frantic too. Off. He is my prisoner: if I let him go, Dro. E. Master, I am here entered in bond for you. 6 Dro. E. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, me. Say now, whose suit is he arrested at ? Say, how grows it due? Adr. It may be so, but I did never see it. Enter Antipholus of Syracuse with his rapier Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. [Exeunt all but Ant. S. and Dro. S. Ant. S. Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff I long that we were safe and sound aboard. Dro. S. Faith, stay here this night; they will Ant. S. I will not stay to-night for all the town; Ha ACT V. SCENE I.—A street before a Priory. Sec. Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the Of credit infinite, highly beloved, [city? Enter Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio Ang. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck That you would put me to this shame and trouble; Sec. Mer. Speak softly: yonder, as I think, he Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment, walks. You have done wrong to this my honest friend, Who, but for staying on our controversy, Fie on thee, wretch! 't is pity that thou livest Ant. S. Thou art a villain to impeach me thus: Enter Adriana, Luciana, the Courtezan, and others. Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake! he is Some get within him, take his sword away: [mad. Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. Dro. S. Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house! This is some priory. In, or we are spoil'd! [Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro. S. to the Priory. Enter the 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. Sec. Mer. I am sorry now that I did draw on him. Abb. How long hath this possession held the man? Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, And much different from the man he was; But till this afternoon his passion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. [sea? Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of Buried 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 assemblies too. Abb. Ay, but not enough. Still did I tell him it was vile and bad. [ings: Thou say'st his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls: The consequence is then thy jealous fits Abb. Neither: he took this place for sanctuary, Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse, Abb. Be patient; for I will not let him stir Sec. Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five: Anon, I'm sure, the duke himself in person Comes this way to the melancholy vale, The place of death and sorry execution, Behind the ditches of the abbey here. Ang. Upon what cause? Sec. Mer. To see a reverend Syracusian merchant, Who put unluckily into this bay Against the laws and statutes of this town, Beheaded publicly for his offence. [death. Ang. See where they come: we will behold his Luc. Kneel to the duke before he pass the abbey. Enter Duke, attended; Ægeon bareheaded; with the Headsman and other Officers. Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publicly, If any friend will pay the sum for him, He shall not die; so much we tender him. Adr. Justice, most sacred duke, against the abDuke. 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 Whom I made lord of me and all I had, [husband, At your important letters,-this ill day [bess! A most outrageous fit of madness took him; By rushing in their houses, bearing thence |