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as a beggar wont her brat; and, I think, when he hath lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, and the coURTEZAN, with
PINCH, and others.
Ant. E. Come, go along; my wife is coming
yonder. Dro. E. Mistress, respice finem, respect your end; or rather the prophecy, like the parrot, ‘Beware the rope's end. Ant. E. Wilt thou still talk ?
[beats him. Cour. How say you now? is not your husband
pulse. Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear. Pinch. I charge thee, Satan, housed 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. Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not
Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
house? Adr. O, husband, God doth know, you dined at
home, Where would you had remain'd until this time, Free from these slanders and this
shame! Ant. E. Dined at home! Thou villain, what
say'st thou ? Dro. E. Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at
home. Ant. E. Were not my doors lock'd up, and I shut
out? Dro. E. Perdy,” your doors were lock'd, and
you shut out. Ant. E. And did not she herself revile me there? Dro. E. Sans fable,3 she herself reviled
there. Ant. E. Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and
scorn me? Dro. E. Certes, 4 she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd
you. Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from
1 Fellow. ? A corruption of the French oath, par Dieu. 3 Without a fable.
Dro. E. In verity, you did :--my bones bear wit
ness, That since have felt the vigor of his rage.
Adr. Is 't good to soothe him in these contraries ? Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his
vein, And, yielding to him, humors 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 haste for it. Dro. E. Money by me? heart and good-will 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 her, that she did. Dro. E. God and the rope-maker, bear me wit
ness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope !
Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is pos
I know it by their pale and deadly looks :
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth!
Dro. E. And, gentle master, I received no gold; But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
Adr. Dissembling villain, thou speak’st false in
both. Ant. E. 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.
[Pinch and his assistants bind Ant. E. and Dro. E. Adr. O, bind him, bind him; let him not come
Pinch. More company ;—the fiend is strong within
him. Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he
looks! Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou jailer,
Masters, let him
Pinch. Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
Adr. What wilt thou do, thou peevish 1 officer ? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
Off. He is my prisoner ; if I let him go, The debt he owes will be required of me. Adr. I will discharge thee, ere I
from thee : Bear me forthwith unto his creditor;
And, knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Ant. E. O most unhappy strumpet!
you. Ant. E. Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou
mad me? Dro. E. Will you be bound for nothing ? be mad, Good master; cry, the devil.— Luc. God help, poor souls, how idly do they
talk! Adr. Go, bear him hence.-Sister, go you with
[Exeunt Pinch and Ass. with Ant. E. and Dro. E. Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? Off. One Angelo, a goldsmith: do you know
him ? Adr. I know the man. What is the sum he
? Off. Two hundred ducats. Adr.
Say, how grows 3 it due ? Off. Due for a chain your husband had of him. Adr. He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it
not. Cour. When as your husband, all in rage, to-day Came to my house, and took away my ring, (The ring I saw upon his finger now)
1 Has accrued. 3 Becomes.
2 For unlucky, i. e. mischievous.