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SCENE IV. The same Enter Antipholus of Ephesus with an Officer.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Fear me not, man, I will not break away: I'll give thee ere I leave thee so much money, To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for. My wife is in a wayward mood today, And will not lightly trust the messenger That I should be attach'd in Ephesus; I tell you 'twill sound harshly in her ears.
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Enter Dromio of Ephesus with a rope's end. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Here comes my man. I think he brings the money. How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. But where's the money?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I return'd.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. [Beating him.]
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OFFICER. Good sir, be patient.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient. I am in adversity.
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OFFICER. Good now, hold thy tongue.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Thou whoreson, senseless villain.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. I am an ass indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have served him from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with beating; when I am warm he cools me with beating. I am waked with it when I sleep, raised with it when I sit, driven out of doors with it when I go from home, welcomed home with it when I return. Nay, I bear it on my shoulders as a beggar wont her brat; and I think when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
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Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtesan and a Schoolmaster called Pinch. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Come, go along, my wife is coming yonder.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end, or rather, the prophesy like the parrot, "Beware the rope's end."
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Wilt thou still talk? [Beats him.]
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COURTESAN. How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
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ADRIANA. His incivility confirms no less. Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer; Establish him in his true sense again, And I will please you what you will demand.
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LUCIANA. Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
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COURTESAN. Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy.
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PINCH. Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
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PINCH. I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man, To yield possession to my holy prayers, And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight. I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not mad.
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ADRIANA. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. You minion, you, are these your customers? Did this companion with the saffron face Revel and feast it at my house today, Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut, And I denied to enter in my house?
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ADRIANA. 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.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Din'd at home? Thou villain, what sayest thou?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you shut out.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And did not she herself revile me there?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Certes, she did, the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. And did not I in rage depart from thence?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. In verity, you did; my bones bear witness, That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
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ADRIANA. Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
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PINCH. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
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ADRIANA. Alas! I sent you money to redeem you By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Money by me? Heart and goodwill you might, But surely, master, not a rag of money.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
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ADRIANA. He came to me, and I deliver'd it.
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LUCIANA. And I am witness with her that she did.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. God and the rope-maker bear me witness That I was sent for nothing but a rope.
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PINCH. Mistress, both man and master is possess'd, I know it by their pale and deadly looks. They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth today, And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
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ADRIANA. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. And gentle master, I receiv'd no gold; But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
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ADRIANA. Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all, And art confederate with a damned pack To make a loathsome abject scorn of me. But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes That would behold in me this shameful sport.
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[Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives.] ADRIANA. O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me.
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PINCH. More company; the fiend is strong within him.
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LUCIANA. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. What, will you murder me? Thou jailer, thou, I am thy prisoner. Wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue?
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OFFICER. Masters, let him go. He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
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PINCH. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
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ADRIANA. What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
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OFFICER. He is my prisoner. If I let him go, The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.
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ADRIANA. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee; Bear me forthwith unto his creditor, And knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it. Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. O most unhappy strumpet!
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Master, I am here enter'd in bond for you.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Will you be bound for nothing? Be mad, good master; cry, "the devil".
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LUCIANA. God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
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ADRIANA. Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me. [Exeunt Pinch and Assistants, with Antipholus of Ephesus and Dromio of Ephesus.] Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
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OFFICER. One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know him?
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ADRIANA. I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
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OFFICER. Two hundred ducats.
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ADRIANA. Say, how grows it due?
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OFFICER. Due for a chain your husband had of him.
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ADRIANA. He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
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COURTESAN. When as your husband, all in rage, today Came to my house and took away my ring, The ring I saw upon his finger now, Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
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ADRIANA. It may be so, but I did never see it. Come, jailer, bring me where the goldsmith is, I long to know the truth hereof at large.
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Enter Antipholus of Syracuse with his rapier drawn, and Dromio of Syracuse. LUCIANA. God, for thy mercy, they are loose again!
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ADRIANA. And come with naked swords. Let's call more help To have them bound again.
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OFFICER. Away, they'll kill us. [Exeunt, as fast as may be, frighted.]
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ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I see these witches are afraid of swords.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. She that would be your wife now ran from you.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence. I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Faith, stay here this night, they will surely do us no harm; you saw they speak us fair, give us gold. Methinks they are such 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.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE. I will not stay tonight for all the town; Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. [Exeunt.]