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Abb. No, not a creature enter in my

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

Abb. Neither ; he took this place for fanctuary,
And it Thall 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,
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 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.
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 sorry execution,
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.

Ang. Upon what cause ?

Mer. To see a reverend 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

Enter the Duke, and Ægeon bare-headed; with the

Headsman, and other Officers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly,
If any friend will

pay

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

Adr. Justice, moft facred 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, Antipholis my huf-

band,
(Whom I made lord of me and all I had,
At your important letters, this ill day
Amost outrageous fit of madness took him;
That desp'rately he hurry'd through the street,
With him his bondman all as mad as he,
Doing displeasure to the citizens,
By ruling in their houses; bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
Once did I

get

him bound, and sent him home,
Whilft to take order for the wrongs I went,
That here and there his fury had committed :
Anon, I wot not by what Atrong 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 pursu'd them
And here the Abbess shuts the gates on us,
And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
Nor send him forth, that we may bear him hence.
Therefore, moft gracious Duke, with thy command,
Let himn be brought forth, and borne hence for help.

Duke. Long since thy husband serv'd me in my wars,
And I to thee ingag'da Prince's word,
(When thou didft make him master of thy bed,)
Todo him all the grace and good I could.
Go, fome of you, knock at the abbey-gate;

And

And bid the lady Abbess come to me.
I will determine this, before I ftir.

Enter a Mefenger:
Mel: O mistress, mistress, shift and save your felf;
My master and his man are both brokė loose,
Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor,
Whose beard they have fing?d off with brands of fire ;
And ever as it blaz'd, they threw on him
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair;
My master preaches patience to him, and the while
His man with feifars nicks him like a fool :
And, fure, 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.

Mej. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true ;
I have not breath'd almost, fince I did see it.
He

crys 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 ; Ay, be gone.
Duke. Come, stand by me, feat nothing: guard with

halberds.
Adr: Ay me, it is my husband; witness you,
That he is borne about invifible!
Ev'n now we hous'd him in the abbey here,
And now he's there, past thought of human reason.

Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Ephesus.
E. Ant. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh, grant me

justice.
Even for the service that long since I did thee,
When I beftrid 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.

Ægeon. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, I see my son Antipholis, and Dromio.

E. Ant. Justice, Tweet Prince, against that woman there: She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife ; Tlat hath abused and dishonour'd me,

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Evin in the strength and height of injury.
Beyond imagination is the wrong,
That she this day hath shamelets thrown on me.
Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
E. Ant. This day, great Duke, she shut the doors

upon me;
Whilft she with harlots feafted in my house.

Duke. A grievous fault; say, woman, didt thou fo?

Adr. No, my good lord: myself, he, and my fifter,
To day did dine together : fo befal my soul,
As this is false, he burthens me withal !

Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
But she tells to your highness fimple truth !

Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forsworn.
In this the mad man juftly chargeth them.

E. Ant. My Liege, I am advised, what I say.
Neither diftarb'd with the effect of wine,
Nor, heady-rafh, 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 herg
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 f this day from him receiv'd the chain ;
Which, God he knows, I faw 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.
By th' way we met my wife, her filter, and
A rabble morc of vile confederates;
They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain,
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 flave,
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer;
And, gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no-face, as 'twere, out-facing me,
Cries out, I was poffeft. Then all together
They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence ;
And in a dark and dankish vault at home
There left me and my man, both bound together ;
'Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds afunder,
I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
Ran hither to your Grace; whom I beseech
To give me ample satisfaction
For these deep Mames and great indignities.

Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him ; That he din'd 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 here,
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 you 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're come by miracle.

E. Ant. I never came within these abbey-walls,
Nor ever didft thou draw thy sword on me;
I never saw the chain, fo help me heav'n!
And this is false, you burthen me withal.

Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this?
I think, you all have drunk of Circe's

cup: If here you hous'd him, here he would have been ; If he were mad, he would not plead fo coldly: You say, he din'd at home; the goldsmith here Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you ? E. Dro. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porcupine. Cour. He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring. E. Ant. 'Tis true, my Liege, this ring I had of her. Duke. Saw'lt thou him enter at the abbey here?

Cour,

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