Come, jailor, bring me where the goldfmith is, SCENE XI. Enter Antipholis of Syracufe, with his rapier drawn, Luc. God, for thy mercy! they are loose again. Let's call more help to have them bound again. [They run out. Manent Antipholis and Dromio. S. Ant. I fee these witches are afraid of fwords. you. 8. Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence: I long, that we were fafe and found aboard. S. Dro. Faith, ftay here this night; they will furely do us no harm; you faw, they fpake us fair, gave us gold; methinks, they are fuch 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. S. Ant. I will not ftay to night for all the town; Therefore away, to get our ftuff aboadr. [Exeunt. ACT I ACT V. SCENE I. A Street, before a Priory. Enter the Merchant, and Angelo. ANGELO. AM forry, Sir, that I have hinder'd you; Tho' moft dishonestly he doth deny it. Mer. How is the man efteem'd here in the city? Of credit infinite, highly belov'd, Second to none that lives here in the city; Enter Antipholis and Dromio of Syracufe. Ang. 'Tis fo; and that felf chain about his neck, That you would put me to this fhame and trouble; Mer. Mer. These ears of mine, thou knoweft, did hear thee; Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis pity, that thou liv'st S. Ant. Thou art a villain, to impeach me thus. SCENE II.. [They draw. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and others, Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's fake; he is mad.; Some get within him, take his fword away: Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. S. Dro. Run, master, run; for God's fake, take a houfe. This is fome 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 home for his recovery. Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits. Mer. I'm forry now, tha I did draw on him. Abb. How long hath this poffeffion held the man? Adr. This week he hath been heavy, fower, fad, And much, much different from the man he was: But, till this afternoon, his paffion Ne'er brake into extremity of rage. Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at fea? Bury'd fome dear friend? hath not else his eye Stray'd his affection in unlawful love? A fin, prevailing much in youthful men, Adr. To none of thefe, except it be the laft; Namely, fome love, that drew him oft from home. Abb. You fhould for that have reprehended him. Adr. Why, fo I did. Abb. Ay, but not rough enough. Adr. As roughly, as my modefty would let me. Adr. And in affemblies too. Adr. It was the copy of our conference. Still did I tell him, it was vile and bad. Abb. And therefore came it, that the man was mad. The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poifon more deadly, than a mad dog's tooth. It feems, his fleeps were hinder'd by thy railing; And therefore comes it, that his head is light. Thou fay'ft, his meat was fauc'd with thy upbraidings; Unquiet meals make ill digeftions; Therefore the raging fire of fever bred; And what's a fever, but a fit of madness ? Kinfman to grim and comfortless despair 8 Kinsman to grim and comfortlefs defpair ?] Shakespeare could never make melancholy a male in this line, and a female in the next. This was the foolish infertion of the firft Editors. I have therefore put it into hooks, as fpurious. WARBURTON. Το To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beaft: Abb. No, not a creature enter in my house. Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse, It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, Therefore depart, and leave him here with me. 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 Abbels. Adr. Come, go; I will fall proftrate at his feet, And never rife, until my tears and and prayers Have won his Grace to come in perfon hither; And take perforce my husband from the Abbefs. Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five; Anon, I'm fure, the Duke himself in perfon Comes this way to the melancholy vale; The |