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Adr. And come with naked swords;
Let's call more help to have them bound again.
Ofi. Away, they'll kill us.

(They run out,
Manent Antipholis and Dromio.
S. Ant. I see, these witches are afraid of swords.
S. Dro. She, that would be your wife, now ran from you.

S. Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence:
I long, that we were safe and found aboard.

S. Dro. Faith, ftay here this night; they will surely do us no harm ; you' faw, they spake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are such a gentle nation, that but for the mountain of 'mad Aesh that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here ftill, and turn witch.

S. Ant. I will not stay to-night for all the town ; Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. (Exeunt.

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A c T v.
SCENE, a Street, before a Priory.

Enter the Mercbant and Angelo.

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ANGELO.
Am forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you ;

But, I protest he had the chain of me,
Tho' most dishonestly he doth deny it.

Mer. How is the man efteem'd here in the city }

Ang. Of very reverent reputation, Sir,
Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,
Second to none that lives here in the city;
His word might bear my wealth at any time.
Mer. Speak foftly : yonder, as I think, he walks.

Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracuse.
Ang. 'Tis fo ; and that self-chain about his neck,
Which he forswore most monstrously to have.

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Good Sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much
That you would put me to this shame and trouble ;:
And not without some scandal to yourself,
With circumstance and oaths so to deny
This chain, which now you wear so openly ;;
Besides the charge, the shame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honest friend ; ;
Who, but for staying on oor controversy, .
Had hoisted fail, and put to sea to-day :
This chain you had of me, can you deny it?

S. Ant. I think, I had ;-I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did, Sir; and forswore it too..
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forlwear it ? :

Mer. These ears of mine, thou knoweft, did hear thee: -
Fy.on thee, wretch ! 'tis pity, that thou liv'st :
To walk where any honest men refort.

S. Ant. Thou art a villain, to impeach me thusi I'll prove mine honour and my honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar'it itand. Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. (They draw.'

Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and others. Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake; he is mad; Some

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within him, take his sword away: Bind Dremio too, and bear them to my house.

S. Dro. Run,.master, run; for God's sake, take a house ; ; This is some priory: in, or we are spoil'd.

[Exeunt: to the Priory-
Enter Lady Abbess.
Abb. Be quiet, people; wherefore throng you hither?

Adr. To fetch my poor distracted husband hence;
Let us come in, that we may bind him faft,
And bear him hor e for his recovery.

Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect witso.
Mer. I'm sorry now, that I did draw on him.
Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man? :

Adr. This week he hath been heavy, soner, sad,
And much, much different from the man he was:

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But 'till this afternoon, his paffion
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.

Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at feas!
Bury'd fome dear friend ? hath not else his eye
Stray'd bis affe&ion in unlawful love ?
A fin, prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes che liberty of gazing.
Which of these sorrows is he fubject to ?

Adr. To none of these, except it be the last ; Namely, fome love, that drew him oft from home.

Abb. You should for that have reprehended him.
Adr. Why, so I did.
Abb. Ay, but not rough enough.
Adr. As roughly, as my modesty would let mer
Abb. Haply, in private.
Adr. And in affemblies too.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.

Adr. It was the copy of our conference (20).
In bed, he slept not for my urging it;
At board, he fed not for my urging it;
Alone, it was the subject of my theam ;
In company, I often glanc'd at it;
Still did I tell him, it was vile and bad.

(20) It was the copy of our conference.) We are not to underland this wordibere, as it is now used, in opposition to an original; any thing done after a pattern; but we are to take it in the nearest sense to the Latin word copia, from which it is derived. Adriana would say, her reproofs were the burden, the fulness of ber conference, all the subject of her talk. And in these acceptations the word copie was used by writers before our Author's time, as well as by his conteń. poraries. So Hall, in his reign of King Henry Vth. p. 8. says;

If you vanquish the Numidians, you shall have copie of beats. i. e. plenty, And To B. Jonson in his Every-man out of his humour;

that, being a woman, he was blest with no more copy of wir, but to serve his humour thus. And, again, in his Cynthia's Revels.

to be sure to bave daily about him copy and variety of com Jours. And in many other pastages of his works,

Abb. And thereof came it, that the man was mad.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poison more deadly, than a mad dog's tooth.
It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing ;
And thereof comes it, that his head is light.

Thou fay't, his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings;
Unquiet meals make ill digeftions ;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
And what's a fever, but a fit of madness?
Thou say'ft, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawl.
Sweet recreation barrd, what doth ensue,
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair?
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life
In food, in sport, and life-preserving reft,
To be difturb’d, would mad or man or beast :
The confequence is then, thy jealous fits
Have scared thy husband from the use of wits,

Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demeaned himself rough, rude and wildly;

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these rebukes, and answer not?
Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof.
Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.
Abb. No, not a creature enters in

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house. Adr. Then, let your servants bring my husband forth,

Abb. Neither ; he took this place for sanctuary,
And it shall priviledge him from your hands;
'Till I have brought him to his wits again,
Or lose my labour in assaying it.

Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Dier his fickness, for it is my office;
And will have no attorney but myself;
And therefore let me have him home with me,

Abb. Be patient, for I will not let him ftir,
'Till I have us’d th' approved means I have,
With wholsome firups, drugs, and holy prayers
To make of tim a formal man again ;
It is a branch and parsel of mine

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A charitable duty of my order ;
Therefore depart, and leave him here with me.

Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here;
And ill it doth beseem

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holiness
To separate the husband and the wife.

Abb. Be quiet and depart, thou shalt not have him.
Luc. Complain unto the Duke of this indignity.

[Exit Abbess.
Adr. Come, go; I will fall proftrate at his feet,
And never rise, until my tears and prayers
Have won his Grace to come in person hither ;
And take perforce my husband from the Abbess.

Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five :
Anon, I'm sure, the Duke himself in person
Comes this way to the melancholy vale;
The place of death and forry execution (21),
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.

Ang. Upon what cause?
Mer. To see a reverent Syracufan merchant,
Who put unluckily into this bay
Against the laws and statutes of this town,
Beheaded publickly for his offence.

Ang. See, where they come; we will behold his death,

Luc. Kneel to the Duke, before he pass the abbey.
Enter the Duke, and Ægeon bare-bead; with the Headf

man, and other Oficers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly,
If any friend will

pay

the sum for him, He shall not die, so much we tender him.

Adr. Justice, moft facred Duke, againft the Abbess.

Duke. She is a virtuous and reverend Lady;
It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.

Adr. May it please your Grace, Antipholis my husband,

(21) The place of death and forry execution.] i. e. dismal, lamene (able, to be griev'd at. In the like acceptations our Poet employs it again, where Macberb, after the murder of Duncan, is looking on his owa bloody hands. - This is a forry fight

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