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On purpose hut the doors against his way.
SCENE VIII. Changes to the street.
Enter Antipholis of Ephesus, with a Jailor. E. Ant. 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 ’twould found harshly in her ears.
Enter Dromio of Ephesus, wiih a rope’s-end. Here comes my man ;
I think he brings the money. How now, Sir; have you that I fent you for?
E. Dro. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them E. Ant. But where's the money?
[all. E. Dro. Why, Sir, I gave the money for the rope. E. Ant. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope ? E. Dro. I'll serve you, Sir, five hundred at the rate. E. Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
E. Dro. To a rope's-end, Sir; and to that end anı I return’d. E. Ant. And to that end, Sir, I will welcome you.
[Beats Dromio. of. Good Sir, be patient.
E. Dro. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in Adversity.
Ojf. Good now, hold thy tongue.
E. Dro. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
E. Ant. Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
E. Dro. I would I were senseless, Sir, that I miglit not feel your blows.
E. Ant. Thou art fenfible in nothing but blows, and fo is an ass.
E. Dro. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have serv'd him from the hour of my nativity to this inftant, 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 wak’d with it, when I sleep; rais’d with it, when I sit; driven out of doors with it, when I go from home; welcom'd 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 lam’d me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and Pinch.
E. Dro. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot *, beware the rope's-end.
E. Ant. Wilt thou still talk ? [Beats Dromio.
Luc. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks !
Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers ; And to thy ftate of darkness hie thee straight, I conjure thee by all the saints in heav'n. E. Ant. Peace, doating wizard, peace; I am not
mad. Adr. Oh that thou wert not, poor distressed soul !
* This alludes to people's teaching that bird unlucky words ; with which when any passenger was offended, it was the standing joke of the wise owner to say, Take heed, Sir, my parrot prophesies.
E. Ant. You minion, you, are these
customers? Did this companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house to-day, Whilit upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I deny'd to enter in my
house? Adr. Oh, husband, God doth know, you din'd ar
home, Where 'would you had remaind until this time, Free from these flanders and this open shame! E. Ant. Din'd I at home? thou villain, what fay'ft
thou? E. Dro. Sir, footh to say, you did not dine at home. E. Ant. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut
out? E. Dro. Perdie, your doors were lock’d, and you
E. Ant. And did not she herself revile me there?
scorn me? E. Dro. Certes, she did, the kitchen-veftal scorn'd
you. E. Ant. And did I not in rage depart from thence ?
E. Dro. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, That fince have felt the vigour of your ra ye. Adr. Is ’t good to footh him in these contraries ?
Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
E. int. Thou haft suborn'd the goldsınith to arrest
Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, By Dromio here, who came in hafte for it. E. Dro. Money by me? heart and good-will you
might, But surely, Master, not a rag of money. E. Ant. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of du
cats ? Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it. Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did.
E. Dro. God and the rope-maker do bear me witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope.
Pinch, Mistress, both man and maiter arc poftus d;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks ;
Adr. I did not, gentle hufband, lock thee forth.
E. Dro. And, gentle master, I receiv’d no gold; But I confess, Sir, that we were lock'd out.
Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak’it false in both.
E. Ant. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all; And art confederate with a damned pack, To make a lothsome abject fcorn 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 sirives.
Adr. Oh, bind him, bind him, let him not come
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,
Off. Masters; let him go:
Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
Sdr. What wilt thou do, thou peevith officer ?
Of. He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
Adr. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee; Bear me forth with unto his creditor,
[7 hey bind Antipholis and Dromio: And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay
it. Good Master Doétor, see him safe convey'd Home to my house. Oh, most unhappy day!
E. Ant. Oh, most unhappy strumpet !
E. Ant. Out on thee, villain! wherefore doft thou
mad me? E. Dro. Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good maiter ; cry, the devil.
Luc. God help, poor fouls, how idly do they talk! Adr. Go bear him hence; filter, stay you with me.
[Exeunt Pinch, Antipholis, and Dromio. Say now, whose fuit is he arrested at?
S CE N E X.
Cour. When as your husband all in rage to-day
Adr. It may be fo, but I did never see it.
S CE N E XI.
and Dromio of Syracuse.
Adr. And come with naked swords ;
[They run out.
I long that we were safe and found aboard.