Come, sister: I am press'd down with con

ceit;

Conceit, my comfort, and my injury.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III-The same.

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse.

Dro. S. Marry, he must have a long spoon, that must eat with the devil.

Ant. S. Avoid then, fiend? why tell'st thou me of supping?

Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress :

I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone.
Cour. Give me the ring of mine you had at
dinner,

Ant. S. There's not a man I meet, but doth Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd;

salute me

As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me, some invite me ;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And, therewithal, took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.

Enter DROM10 of Syracuse.

Dro. S. Master, here's the gold you sent me for What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparelled?

Ant. S. What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?

Dro. S. Not that Adam, that kept the paradise, but that Adam, that keeps the prison: he that goes in the calf's skin that was killed for the prodigal; he that came behind you, Sir, like an evil angel, and bid you forsake your liberty.

Ant. S. I understand thee not.

Dro. S. No? why, 'tis a plain case: he that went like a base-viol, in a case of leather; the man, Sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a fob, and 'rests them; he, Sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace, than a morrispike.

Ant. S. What! thou mean'st an officer?

Dro. S. Ay, Sir, the serjeant of the band; he, that brings any man to answer it, that breaks his band: one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God give you good rest.

Ant. S. Well, Sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone?

Dro. S. Why, Sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night! and then were you hindered by the serjeant, to tarry for the boy, Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for, to deliver you. Ant. S. The fellow is distract, and so am I; And here we wander in illusions:

Some blessed power deliver us from hence !

Enter a COURTEZAN.

And I'll be gone, Sir, and not trouble you.

Dro. S. Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail.

A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,

A nut, a cherry-stone but she, more covetous,
Would have a chain.

Master, be wise; and if you give it her,
The devil will shake her chain, and fright us
with it.

Cour. I pray you, Sir, the ring, or else the
chain;

I hope, you do not mean to cheat me so.
Ant. S. Avaunt, thou witch! Come Dromio,
let us go.

Dro. S. Fly pride, says the peacock: Mis-
tress, that you know.

[Exeunt ANT. and DRO. Cour. Now, out of doubt, Autipaolus is mad Else would he never so demean himself: A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, And for the same he promised me a chain ! Both one, and other, he denies me now. The reason that I gather he is mad, (Besides this present instance of his rage,) is a mad tale, he told, to-day at dinner, of his own doors being shut against his en

Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, and an
OFFICER.

Ant. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break
away;

To warrant thee, as I am 'rested, for.
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money
My wife is in a wayward mood to-day:
And will not lightly trust the messenger,
That I should be attached in Ephesus:
I tell you, 'twill sound harshly in her ears.—

Enter DRONIO of Ephesus with a rope's end.
Here comes my man; I think, he brings the

money.

Cour. Well met, well met, master Anti- How now, Sir? have you that I sent you for? pholus,

I see, Sir, you have found the goldsmith now;
Is that the chain you promis'd me to-day ?
Ant. S. Satan, avoid! I charge thee tempt
me not!

Dro. S. Master, is this mistress Satan?
Ant. S. It is the devil.

Dro. S. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dan; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench; and thereof comes, that the wenches say, God damn me, that's as much as to say, God make me a light wench. It is written they appear to men like angels of light light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn; Come not near ber.

Cour. Your man and you are marvellous
merry, Sir.
[here.

Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner
Dro. S. Master, you do expect spoon-meat,
or bespeak a long spoon.

Ant. S. Why, Dromio?

Fanciful conception.

Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.

Ant. E. But where's the money?

Dro. E. Why, Sir, I gave the money for the

rope. [rope ? Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain for a Dro. E. I'll serve you, Sir, five hundred at

the rate.

Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?

Dro. E. To a rope's end, Sir: and to that end am I return'd.

Ant. E. And to that end, Sir; I will wel[Beating him.

come you.
Off. Good Sir, be patient.
Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am
in adversity.

Off. Good now, hold thy tongue.
Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his

hands.

Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain 1

• Correct them all.

Did this companion with a saffron face
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 din'd
at home,

Where 'would you had remain'd until this time,
Free from these slanders, and this open shame!
Ant. E. I din'd at home! Thou villain, what
say'st thou ?

Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine

Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut out?

Dro. E. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, aud you shut out.

Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there?

Dro. E. Sans fable, she herself tevil'd you there.

Ant. E. Did not her kitchen maid rail, taunt,

Dro. E. Certes, she did: the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.

Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from

Dro. E. In verity you did;-my bones bear

Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein,

And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
Ant. E. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to
arrest me.

Adr. Alas! I sent you money to redeem you.
By Dromio here, who came in baste for it.
Dro. E. Money by me? heart and good-win
you might,

But surely, master, not a rag of money.
Ant. E. Went'st not thou to her for a purse
of ducats?

Adr. He came to me, and I deliver'd it.
Luc. And I am witness with ber, that she
did.

Dro. E. God and the rope-maker, bear ine
witness,

That I was sent for nothing but a rope!

Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is

Ofi. One Angelo, a goldsmith; Do you know | Had hoisted sail, and put to sea to-day:

Unquiet meals make ill digestions,
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
And what's a fever but a fit of madness?

A most outrageous fit of madness took him; That desperately he hurried through the street (With him his bondman, all as mad as he,)

Thou say'st, his sports were hinder'd by thy Doing displeasure to the citizens

brawls:

Sweet recreation barr'd, 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 rest
To be disturb'd, would mad or man, or beast;
The consequence is then, thy jealous fits
Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himself rough, rude, and
wildly,-

Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not?
Adr. She did betray ine to my own reproof.
Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.

By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any things his rage did like.
Once did I get him bound, and sent him home
Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,
That here and there his fury had committed.
Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
He broke from those that had the guard of
him;

And, with his mad attendant and himself,
Each one with ireful passion, with drawn
swords,

Met us again, and, madly bent on us,
Chas'd us away; till raising of more aid,
We came again to bind them: then they fled
Into this abbey, whither we pursued them;
And bere the abbess shuts the gates on us,
And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
bus-Nor send him forth, that we
may bear him
hence.
Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy com-
mand,

Abb. No, not a creature enters in my house. Adr. Then, let your servants bring my band forth.

Abb. Neither; he took this place for sanc-
tuary,

And it shall privilege 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,
Diet his sickness, 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 stir,
Till I bave us'd the approved means I have,
With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy
prayers,

To make of him a formal man again :
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
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 your holiness,
To separate the husband and the wife.
Abb. Be quiet, and depart, thou shalt not
have him.
[Exit ABBESS.
Luc. Complain unco the duke of this hudig-
nity.

Adr. Come, go; I will fall prostrate 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 Ab-
bess.

Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five
Anon, I am sure the duke himself in person
Comes this way to the melancholy vale;
The place of death and sorry execution,
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
Ang. Upon what cause?

Mer. To see a reverend Syracusan merchant,
Who put unluckily into this bay

Against the laws and statutes of this town,
Beheaded publicly for his offence.

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

Luc. Kneel to the duke, before be pass the
abbey.

Enter DUKE attended; ÆGEON bare-headed;
with the Headsman and other Officers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
If any friend will pay the sun for him,
He shall not die, so much we tender him.
Adr. Justice, most sacred duke, against the
Abbess !

Duke. She is a virtuous and a reverend lady;
It cannot be, that she hath done thee wrong.
Adr. May it please your grace, Antipholus,
my husband,-

Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
At your important § letters,—this ill day

Le. To bring him back to his senses. + Part 1 Sad.
Importunate.

Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for help.

Duke. Long since, thy husband serv'd me in
my wars;

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.

Serv. O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself!

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 fire;

And ever as it blazed they threw on him
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
My master preaches patience to bim, while
His man with scissars nicks him like a fool :
And, sure, unless you 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.

Serv. 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, bark, I hear him, mistress; fly, be gone.
Duke. Come, stand by me, fear nothing:

Guard with balberts.