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Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not
mad. Adr. O that thou wert not, poor, distressed soul ! Ant. E. You minion, you, are these your custom
Did this companion with a saffron face
2 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 dined at
home, Where 'would, you had remained until this time, Free from these slanders, and this open shame! Ant. E. Dined at home! Thou villain, what say'st
thou ? Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home. Ant. E. Were not my doors locked up, and I shut
Dro. E. Perdy,' your doors were locked, and you
shut out. Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there? Dro. E. Sans fable, she herself reviled you there. Ant. E. Did not her kitchen maid rail, taunt, and
scorn me ? Dro. E. Certes, she did ; the kitchen-vestal scorned
you. Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from thence ? Dro. E. In verity you did ;-—my bones bear wit
ness, That since have felt the vigor of his rage.
Adr. Is’t good to soothe him in these contraries?
Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humors well his frenzy.
Ani. E. Thou hast suborned the goldsmith to arrest Adr. Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. Dro. E. Money by me! Heart and good-will you
1 "A customer was a familiar, an intimate, a customary haunter of any place."
2 Companion is a word of contempt, anciently used as we now use fellou. 3 A corruption of the common French oath, par dieu.
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might, But, surely, master, not a rag
money. Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of
ducats ? Adr. He came to me, and I delivered it. Luc. And I am witness with her, that she did.
Dro. E. God and the rope-maker bear me witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope !
Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is possessed; I know it by their pale and deadly looks. They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. Ant. E. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth
to-day, And why dost thou deny the bag of gold ?
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
Dro. E. And, gentle master, I received no gold;
[Pinch and his Assistants bind Ant. and Dro. Adr. 0, bind him, bind him ; let him not come near
Pinch. More company ;-—the fiend is strong within
him. Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou jailer,
Masters, let him go;
Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Off. He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
Ant. E. O most unhappy strumpet!
mad me? Dro. E. Will you be bound for nothing ? Be mad, Good master; cry, the devil.
Luc. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk ! Adr. Go, bear him hence.—Sister, go you with
[Exeunt Punch and Assistants, with Ant.
and DRO. Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
Off. One Angelo, a goldsmith. Do you know him?
Say, how grows it due ?
but I did never see it.Come, jailer, bring me where the goldsmith is ; I long to know the truth hereof at large.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, with his rapier drawn,
and Dromio of Syracuse. 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 Officer, Adr., and Luc. Ant. S. I see, these witches are afraid of swords. Dro. S. She, that would be your wife, now ran
Ant. S. Come to the Centaur ; fetch our stuff from
thence. I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
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.
SCENE I. The same.
Enter Merchant and ANGELO.
Mer. How is the man esteemed here in the city ?
1 i. e. baggage. Stuff is the genuine old English word for all movables.
Ang. Of very reverend reputation, sir,
Mer. Speak softly; yonder, as I think, he walks.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS and DROmio of Syracuse.
Ant. S. I think I had; I never did deny it.
Ant. S. Thou art a villain to impeach me thus. I'I prove
mine honor and mine honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar’st stand. Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.
[They draw. Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, Courtesan, and others. Adr. Hold; hurt him not, for God's sake; he is
mad; Some get within him,' take his sword away; Bind Promio too, and bear them to my house.
1 i. e. close, grapple with him.