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Dro. S. Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a house. This is some priory ;-in, or we are spoil'd.
[Exeunt ANT. S. and DRO. S. to the Priory.
Enter the Abbess.
Abb. Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
Ang. I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
Abb. Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck at sea?
A sin prevailing much in youthful men
Adr. To none of these, except it be the last;
Ay, but not rough enough. Adr. As roughly as my modesty would let me. Abb. Haply in private.
And in assemblies too.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.
Adr. It was the copy of our conference:
Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
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 hindered by thy railing:
And therefore comes it that his head is light.
Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings:
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.
Abb. No, not a creature enters in my house.
Adr. Then let your servants bring my husband forth. Abb. Neither he took this place for sanctuary,
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.
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 unto the duke of this indignity. 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 abbess. 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,
Mer. To see a reverend Syracusan merchant,
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 he 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 sum for him,
He shall not die; so much we tender him.
Adr. Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
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
A most outrageous fit of madness took him;
That desperately he hurried through the street,—
By rushing in their houses, bearing thence
Nor send him forth, that we may bear him hence.
Duke. Long since thy husband serv'd me in my wars; And I to thee engag'd a prince's word,
When thou did'st make him master of thy bed,
To do him all the grace and good I could.-
I will determine this before I stir.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself.
Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair:
My master preaches patience to him, while
And, sure, unless you send some present help,
Adr. Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here;
Serv. Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true:
I have not breath'd almost since I did see it.
Adr. Ah me, it is my husband! Witness you
That he is borne about invisible.
Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here;
And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS and DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Ant. E. Justice, most gracious duke; oh, grant me justice!
Even for the service that long since I did thee,
When I bestrid 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.
Ege. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,
I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
Ant. E. Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife;
That hath abused and dishonour'd me,
Even in the strength and height of injury!
Beyond imagination is the wrong
That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
Duke. Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
Ant. E. This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon
While she with harlots feasted in my house.
Duke. A grievous fault. Say, woman, didst thou so? Adr. No, my good lord;-myself, he, and my sister, To-day did dine together. So befall my soul As this is false he burdens me withal!
Luc. Ne'er may I look on day nor sleep on night, But she tells to your highness simple truth!
Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forsworn.
Ant. E. My liege, I am advised what I say;
There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down,
Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
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 the way we met
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Of vile confederates: along with them
They brought one Pinch; a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller;
A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch;