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Good Sir, draw. near to me; I'll speak to him..
Signior Antipholis, I wonder much
That you would put me to this shame and trouble;
And not without some scandal to yourself,
With circumstance and oaths so to deny
This chain, which now you wear so openly;.
Besides the charge, the shame, imprisonment,
You have done wrong to this my honest friend
Who, but for staying on our controversy,
Had hoisted fail, and put to sea to-day :
This chain you had of me, can you deny it?
S. Ant. I think, I had; I never did deny it.
Mer. Yes, that you did; Sir; and forswore it too.
S. Ant. Who heard me to deny it, or forswear it?
Mer. These ears of mine, thou knowest, did hear thee:
Fy on thee, wretch! 'tis pity, that thou liv'st
To walk where any honeft men refort.
S. Ant Thou art a villain, to impeach me thus. I'll prove mine honour and my honesty Against thee presently, if thou dar'ft stand. Mer. I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. [They draw:
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, and others. Adr. Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake; he is mad; Some get within him, take his sword away: Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
S. Dra. Run, master, run; for God's sake, take a houfe; This is some 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 fast;
And bear him home for his recovery.
Ang. I knew, he was not in his perfect wits..
Mer. I'm sorry now, that I did draw on him.
Abb. How long hath this possession held the man?
Adr. This week he hath been heavy, fower, sad,
And much, much different from the man he was :
But 'till this afternoon; his passion
Ne'er brake into extremity of rage:
Abb. Hath he not loft much wealth by wreck at foa??
Bury'd some dear friend ?: hath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love ?
A fin, prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes the liberty, of gazing.
Which of these forrows is he subject to?
Adr. To none of these, except it be the last ;
Namely, some love, that drew him oft from home..
Abb. You should. for that have reprehended him.
Adr. Why, so I did:
Abb. Ay, but not rough enough.
Adr. As roughly, as my modesty would let mes.
Abb. Haply, in private:
Adr. And in assemblies tooi.
Abb. Ay, but not enough.
Adr. It was the copy of our conference. (20); read this
In bed, he llept not for my urging it;;
At board, he fed not for my urging it';
Alone, it was the subject of my theam ;:
In company, I often glanc'd at it;
Still did. I tell him, it was vile and bad..
(20) It was the copy of our conference. ] We are not to underfånd this word here, as it is now used, in opposition to an original; any thing done after a pattern; but we are to take it in the nearest sense to the Latin word copia, from which it is derived. Adriana would say, her reproofs were the burden, the fulness of her conference, ail the subject of her talk. And in these acceptations the word copie was. vsed by writers before our Author's time, as well as by his contem, poraries. $0 Hall, in his reign of King Henry Vth. p. 8, says;.
If you vanquish the Numidians, you hall have.copie of beasts.j. e. plenty: And so B. Jonson in his Every man out of his humour;.
that, being a woman, she was bleft with no more copy of wit, but to serve his humour thus.. And, again, in his Cynthia's Revelse,
to be sure to have daily about him copy, and variety of cos. lours. And in many other passages of his works.
Abb. And thereof came it, that the man was mad,
The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poison more deadly, than a mad dog's tooth.
It seems, his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing;
And thereof comes it, that his head is light.
Thou say'ft, his meat was fauca with thy upbraidings
Unquiet meals make ill digestions ;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred ;
And what's a fever, but a fit of madness
Thou say'ít, his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls.
Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue,
But moody and dull melancholy,
tot de Kinsman to grim and comfortlefs despair i
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life.
In food, in sport, and life-preferving reft,
To be difturb’dy, would mad or man or beaft:
The consequence is then, thy jealous fits
Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.
Luc. She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demeaned himself rough, rude and wildly;
Why bear you these rebukes, and answer not?
Adr. She did betray me to my own reproof.
Good people, enter, and lay hold on him.
Abb. No, not a creature enters in
Adr. Then, let your servants bring my husband forth.
Abb. Neither; he took this place for fanctuary,
And it shall priviledge him from your hands;
"Till I have brought him to his wits again,
Or lose my labour in assaying it.
Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse,
Diet his sickness, for it is my office;
And will have no attorney but myself;
And therefore let me have him home with me.
Abb. Be patient; for, I will not let him ftir,
"Till I have us'd th' approved means I have,
With wholsome firups, drugs, and holy prayers
To make of him a formal man again;
It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,
A charitable duty of my order ;
Therefore depart, and leave him here with me.
Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here ;
And ill it doth beseem your holiness
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,
Adr. Come, go; I will fall prostrate at his feet,
And never rise, until my tears and prayers
Have won his Grace to come in person hither ;
And take perforce my husband from the Abbess.
Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five:
Anon, I'm sure, the Duke himself in person
Comes this way to the melancholy vale ;
The place of death and forry execution, (21)
Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
Ang. Upon what cause?
Mer. To see a reverent Syracufan merchant,
Who put unluckily into this bay
Against the laws and statutes of this town,
Beheaded publickly for his offence.
Ang. See, where they come; we will behold his death.
Luc. Kneel to the Duke, before he pass the abbey. Enter the Duke, and Ægeon bare-beaded; with the Headf
man, and other Officers.
Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly,
If any friend will pay the sum for him,
He shall not die, so much we tender him.
Adr. Justice, most facred Duke, against the Abbess.
Duke. She is a virtuous and reverend Lady; It cannot be that the hath done thee wrong.
Adr. May it please your Grace, Antiphelis my husband,
(21) The place of death and sorry execution.] 1. e. dismal, lamentable, to be griev'd at. In the like acceptations our Poet employs it again, where Macbeth, after the murder of Duncan, is looking an bris own bloody hands, - This is a forry fights
(Whom I made Lord of me and all I had,
At your important letters) this ill day
A most outrageous fit of madness took him ;
That desp'rately he hurry'd through the street,
With him his bond-man all as mad as he,
Doing displeasure to the citizens,
By rushing in their houses ; bearing thence
Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.
Once did I get him bound, and sent him homey
Whilst to take order for the wrongs, I went,
That here and there his fury had committed :
Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,
He broke from those, that had the guard of him ;
And, with his mad attendant and himself,
Each one with ireful paflion, with drawn fwords,
Met us again; and, madly bent on us,
Chas'd us away ; 'till, raising of more aid,
We came again to bind them; then they filed
Into this abbey, whither we pursu'd them ;
And here the Abbess shuts the gates on us,
And will not suffer us to fetch him out,
Nor send him forth, that we may bear him hence.-
Therefore, moft gracion Duke, with thy comman
Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for help,
Duke.. Long since thy husband. serv'd me in.
n my wars, And I to thee engag'da Prince's word, (When thou: didît make him master of thy bed,) To do him all the grace and good T coula: Go, some of you; knock at the abbey-gate ;, And bid the Lady Abbess come to me.. I will determine this, before I fir..
Enter a Messenger. Mel. Omiffress, mistress, shift and save yourself;; My master and his man are both broke loose, Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor, Whose beard they have sing'd off with brands of fire; And ever as it blaz’d, they threw on him Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair