Adr. And true he swore, though yet forsworn But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that he were.

can I tell.

My tongue, though not my heart, shall have It was two ere I left him, and now the clock

his will.

He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
Ill-fac'd, worse bodied, shapeless every where; 20
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

Luc. Who would be jealous then, of such
a one?

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No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
Adr. Ah! but I think him better than I say,
And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
My heart prays for him, though my tongue
do curse.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

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That Time comes stealing on by night and
day?
If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in
the way,

Dro. S. Here, go: the desk! the purse! sweet, Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in now, make haste.

a day?

Re-enter LUCIANA. Adr. Go, Dromio: there's the money, bear it straight,

And bring thy master home immediately. 64 Come, sister; I am press'd down with conceit; Conceit, my comfort and my injury. [Exeunt.

SCENE III-A Public Place.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Ant. S. There's not a man I meet but doth
salute me,

As if I were their well acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me; some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal, took measure of my body.
Sure these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.

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. I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now:45 Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day?

Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt
me not!

Dro. S. Master, is this Mistress Satan? 48
Ant. S. It is the devil.

Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam, and here she comes in the habit of a light 4 wench: and thereof comes that the wenches say, 'God damn me;' that's as much as to say, 'God make me a light wench.' It is written, they effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light appear to men like angels of light: light is an wenches will burn. Come not near her.

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Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What! have you got the picture of old Adam new apparelled?

Art. S. What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean?

Dro. S. Not that Adam that kept the Paradise, but that Adam that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's skin that was killed for the Prodigal: he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty. Ant. S. I understand thee not.

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Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went, like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, 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 morris-pike. Ant. S. What, thou meanest an officer? 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!' 32 Art. 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 ace that the bark Expedition put forth tozight; and then were you hindered by the *rgeant to tarry for the hoy Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. 40

Both one and other he denies me now.
The reason that I gather he is mad,
Besides this present instance of his rage,
Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
Of his own doors being shut against his
trance.

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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 witn it 92 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.

Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to hie home to his house,
And tell his wife, that, being lunatic,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away. This course I fittest choose, 96
For forty ducats is too much to lose. [Exit.

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Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the Courtezan, and

PINCH.

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.
Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace! I a
not mad.

Adr. O! that thou wert not, poor distresse soul!

Ant. E. You minion, you, are these yo
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?

Adr. O husband, God doth know you din
at home;

Where would you had remain'd until this tim
Free from these slanders and this open sham
Ant. E. Din'd at home! Thou villain, wh
say'st thou?

Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine
home.

[Exeunt PINCH and Assistants with ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus and DROMIO of Ephesus.

Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? forth to-day?

Come, gaoler, bring me where the goldsmith is:
I long to know the truth hereof at large. 145

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of
Syracuse, with rapiers drawn.

Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose
again.

Adr. And come with naked swords. Let's
call more help

To have them bound again.
Off.

Away! they'll kill us. [Exeunt ADRIANA, LUCIANA, and Officer. Ant. S. I see, these witches are afraid of swords. 149

Dro. S. She that would be your wife now ran from you.

Ant. S. Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff
from thence:

I long that we were safe and sound aboard. 152
Dro. S. Faith, stay here this night, they will
surely do us no harm; you saw they speak 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.
Ant. S. I will not stay to-night for all the
town;

Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

ACT V.

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[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-A Street before an Abbey.

Enter Merchant and ANGELO.

Ang. I am sorry, sir, that I have hinder'd you;
But, I protest, he had the chain of me,
Though most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Mer. How is the man esteem'd here in the
city?

Ang. Of very reverend reputation, sir, Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,

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Second to none that lives here in the city:
His word might bear my wealth at any time. 8
Mer. Speak softly: yonder, as I think, he
walks.

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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 controversy,
Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day.
This chain you had of me; can you deny it?
Ant. S. I think I had: I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
Ant. S. Who heard me to deny it or for-
swear it?

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Mer. These ears of mine, thou know'st, did hear thee.

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Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou liv'st
To walk where any honest men resort.
Ant. S. Thou art a villain to impeach me
thus:

I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.
Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. 3-
[They draw

Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, Courtezan, and
Others.

Adr. Hold! hurt him not, for God's sake! h
is mad.

Some get within him, take his sword away.
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 ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse an
DROMIO of Syracuse to the Abbey

Enter the Abbess.

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Abb. Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng yo hither?

Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husban
hence.

Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, 4
And bear him home for his recovery.

Ang. I knew he was not in his perfect wits
Mer. I am sorry now that I did draw on hin
Abb. How long hath this possession held th
man?

Adr. This week he hath been heavy, sour, sa
And much different from the man he was;

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse and DROMIO of But, till this afternoon his passion

Syracuse.

Ang. 'Tis so; and that self chain about his
neck

Which he forswore most monstrously to have.
Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him. 12
Signior Antipholus, I wonder much

Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wra
of sea?

Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his e
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
A sin prevailing much in youthful men,

That you would put me to this shame and Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
trouble;

And not without some scandal to yourself,
With circumstance and oaths so to deny

Which of these sorrows is he subject to?

Adr. To none of these, except it be the last 16 Namely, some love that drew him oft from hom