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And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
Nor send him forth, that we may bear him hence.
Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command,
Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for help.
Duke. Long since, thy husband serv'd me in my

And I to thee engag’d a prince's word,
When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
To do him all the grace and good I could.-
Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate,
And bid the lady abbess come to me;
I will determine this, before I stir.

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
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
My master preaches patience to him, while
His man with scissars nicks him like a fool:
And, sure, unless


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.

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By the way we met
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Of vile confederates; along with them
They brought one Pinch; a hungry lean-faced vil-

A meer anatomy, a mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller;
A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch,
A living dead man: this pernicious slave,
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer;
And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
Cries out, I was possess'd: then altogether
They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence;
And in a dark and dankish yault at home
There left me and my man, both bound together;
Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
I gain’d my freedom, and immediately
Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
To give me ample satisfaction
For these deep shames and great indignities.

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?
Ang. He had, my lord: and when he ran in

These people saw the chain about his neck.
Mer. Besides, I will be sworn, these ears of

mine Heard

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,


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