Mel. Miftrefs, upon my life, I tell you true; [Cry within. Hark, hark, I hear him, miftrefs; fly, be gone. Duke. Come, ftand by me, fear nothing: guard with halberds, Adr. Ay me, it is my hufbond; witness you, That he is borne about invifible! Ev'n now we hous'd him in the abbey here, SCENE V. Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Fphefus. E. Ant. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh, grant me justice. Even for the fervice that long fince I did thee, When I beftrid thee in the wars and took Deep scars to fave thy life, even for the blood E. Ant. Juftice, fweet Prince, against that woman She whom thou gav'ft to me to be my wife; That the this day hath fhameless thrown on me. Duke. Discover how, and thou fhalt find me juft. To SCORCH your face,-] We should read scorсн, i. e. hack, cut. WARBURTON. Whilft Whilft fhe with harlots feafted in my houfe. Duke. A grievous fault; fay, woman, didft thou fo? Adr. No, my good Lord-myself, he, and my fifter, To day did dine together: fo befal my foul, As this is falfe, he burdens me withal! Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor fleep on night, But fhe tells to your highnefs fimple truth! Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forfworn. In this the mad-man juftly chargeth them. E. Ant. My Liege, I am advifed, what I fay. There did this perjur'd goldfmith fwear me down, He did arreft me with an officer. I did obey, and fent my peafant home For certain ducats; he with none return'd. Then fairly I bespoke the officer, To go in perfon with me to my house. By th' way we met my wife, her sister, and A rabble more of vile confederates; They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A thread-bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, M 2 And, And, gazing in my eyes, feeling my pulfe, Ran hither to your Grace; whom I beseech For these deep fhames and great indignities. Ang. My Lord, in truth, thus far I witnefs with him; That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. Duke. But had he fuch a chain of thee, or no? Ang. He had, my Lord; and when he ran in here, These people faw the chain about his neck. Mer. Befides, I will be fworn, thefe ears of mine Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this? E. Dro. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porca- Duke. Duke. Why, this is ftrange; go call the Abbefs hither; I think, you are all mated, or stark mad. [Exit one to the Abbess. Egeon. Moft mighty Duke, vouchfafe me speak a word: Haply, I see a friend, will fave my life; Duke. Speak freely, Syracufan, what thou wilt. Ægeon. Is not your name, Sir, call'd Antipholis? And is not that your bond-man Dromio? E. Dro. Within this hour I was his bond-man, Sir, But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords; Now am I Dromio, and his man unbound. Ægeon. I am fure, you both of you remember me. E. Dro. Ourselves we do remember, Sir, by you; For lately we were bound, as you are now. You are not Pinch's patient, are you, Sir? Ægeon. Why look you ftrange on me? you know me well. E. Ant. I never faw you in my life, 'till now. And careful hours with time's deformed hand Egeon. Dromio, nor thou? E. Dro. No, trust me, Sir, nor I. Ægeon. I am fure, thou doft. E. Dro. I, Sir? but I am fure, I do not: and whatfoever a man denies, you are now bound to believe him. Strange defeatures. Defeature is the privative of feature. The meaning is time hath cancelled my features. M 3 Egeon. Egeon. Not know my voice! oh, time's extremity! Haft thou fo crack'd and splitted my poor tongue In seven short years, that here my only fon Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares? Tho' now this grained face of mine be hid In fap-confuming winter's drizled fnow, And all the conduits of my blood froze up; Yet hath my night of life fome memory; My wafting lamp fome fading glimmer left, My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: 3 All these old witneffes, I cannot err, Tell me thou art my fon Antipholis. E. Ant. I never faw my father in my life. Ægeon. But seven years fince, in Syracufa-bay, Thou know'ft, we parted; but, perhaps, my fon, Thou fham'ft t'acknowledge me in mifery. E. Ant. The Duke, and all that know me in the city, Can witness with me that it is not fo: I ne'er faw Syracufa in my life. Duke. I tell thee, Syracufan, twenty years During which time he ne'er faw Syracufa : Enter the Abbefs, with Antipholis Syracufan, and Dromio Syracufan. Abb. Moft mighty Duke, wrong'd. behold a man much [All gather to fee him. Adr. I fee two hufbands, or mine eyes deceive me. Duke. One of thefe men is Genius to the other; 3 All these OLD witneffes, I cannot err,] I believe we fhould read. All thefe HOLD witnesses I cannot err, i. e. All thefe continue to testify that I cannot err, and tell me, &c. WARBURTON. And |