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Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, and an Officer.
Ant. E. Fear me not, man, I will not break
I'll give thee, ere I leave thee, so much money
Enter Dromio of Ephesus with a rope's end. Here comes my man; I think, he brings the money. How now, sir? have you that I sent you for?
Dro. E. Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them
Ant. E. But where's the money?
Dro. E. Why, sir, I gave the money for the for the rope. Ant. E. Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope? Dro. E. I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate. Ant. E. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? Dro. E. To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I return'd.
Ant. E. And to that end, sir, I will welcome you. [beating him.
Off. Good sir, be patient.
Dro. E. Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.
Off. Good now, hold thy tongue.
Dro. E. Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
Ant. E. Thou whoreson, senseless villain!
Dro. E. I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows.
Ant. E. Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass.
Dro. E. I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long ears. I have serv'd 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.
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?
Cour. How say you now? is not say you now? is not your husband
Adr. His incivility confirms no less.-
And I will please you what you will demand.
Ant. E. There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight;
Ant. E. Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not mad.
Adr. O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul! Ant. E. You minion, you, are these your cus
Did this companion with the saffron face
Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut,
Adr. O, husband, God doth know, you din'd at
Where 'would you had remain'd until this time, Free from these slanders, and this open shame!
Ant. E. I din'd 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?
and scorn me?
Dro. E. Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal
Ant. E. And did not I in rage depart from thence? Dro. E. In verity, you did;-my bones bear wit
That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
Adr. Is't good to sooth him in these contraries? Pinch. It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein, And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy. Ant. E. Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to
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 witness, That I was sent for nothing but a rope!
Pinch. Mistress, both man and master is possess'd;
I know it by their pale and deadly looks:
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
Adr. I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. Dro. E. And, gentle master, I receiv'd 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. and Dromio. Adr. O, bind him, bind him, let him not come
Pinch. More company;
-the fiend is strong
Luc. Ah me, poor man, how pale and wan he
Ant. E. What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler,
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man