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And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
Enter a Servant.
Scro. O mistress, mistress, shift and save your
self! My master and his man are both broke loose, Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor, Whose beard they have singed off with brands of
And ever as it blazed, they threw on him
send some present help, Between them they will kill the conjurer. Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are
here; And that is false, thou dost report to us. Sero. Mistress, upon my life, I tell
you true; I have not breath'd almost, since I did see it. He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
To scorch your face, and to disfigure you:
[Cry within. Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress; fly, be gone. Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing: Guard
with halberds! Adr. Ah me, it is my husband! Witness you, That he is borne about invisible: Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here; And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
Enter Antipholus and Dromio of Ephesus. Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke, oh, grant
me justice! Even for the service that long since I did thee, When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice. Æge. Unless the fear of death doth make me
dote, I see my son Antipholus, and Dromio. Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman
there. She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife; That hath abused and dishonour'd me, Even in the strength and height of injury! Beyond imagination is the wrong, That she this day hath shameless thrown on me. Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me
just. Ant. E. This day, great duke, she shut the doors
upon me, While she with harlots feasted in
Duke. A grievous fault: Say, woman, didst thou
so? Adr. No, my good lord;—myself, he, and my
sister, To-day did dine together: So befal my soul, As this is false, he burdens me withal!
Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night, But she tells to your highness simple truth!
Ang. O perjur'd woman! They are both forsworn: In this the madman justly chargeth them.
Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say; Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine, Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire, Albeit, my wrongs might make one wiser mad. This woman lock’d me out this day from dinner: That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with
her, Could witness it, for he was with me then; Who parted with me to go fetch a chain, Promising to bring it to the Porcupine, Where Balthazar and I did dine together. Our dinner done, and he not coming thither, I went to seek him: in the street I met him; And in his company, that gentleman. There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down, That I this day of him receiv'd the chain, Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which, He did arrest me with an officer. I did obey; and sent my peasant home For certain ducats: he with none return'd. Then fairly I bespoke the officer, To go in person with me to my house.
By the way we met
Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with
That he dined not at home, but was lock'd out.
Duke. But had he such a chain of thee, or no?
you confess, you had the chain of him, After
first forswore it on the mart, And, thereupon, I drew my sword on you;
And then you fled into this abbey here,
, From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
Ant. E. I never came within these abbey walls, Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me: I never saw the chain, so help me heaven! And this is false, you burden me withal.
Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this! I think, you all have drank of Circe's cup. If here you hous'd him, here he would have been; If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:You say, he dined at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying:-Sirrah, what say you? Dro. E. Sir, he dined with her there, at the Por
cupine. Cour. He did; and from my finger snatch'd that
ring Ant. E. 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of
her. Duke. Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here? Cour. As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace. Duke. Why, this is strange:--Go call the abbess
hither; I think, you are all mated, or stark mad.
[Evit an Attendant. Æge. Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a
word; Haply, I see a friend will save my life, And pay
the sum that may deliver me. Duke. Speak freely, Syracusan, what thou wilt,
Æge. Is not your name, sir, call’d Antipholus? And is not that your bondman Dromio? Dro. E. Within this hour I was his bondman,