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+<title>Texts:Shakespeare/cw162305</title>
 <h2>THE COMEDY OF ERRORS</h2>
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 <h3>Contents</h3>
 <p>
-ACT&nbsp;I<br/>
-[[#sceneI_51|Scene I.
+ACT&amp;nbsp;I<br/>
+[[#sceneI_51|Scene I.]]
 A hall in the Duke's palace.<br/>
-[[#sceneI_52|Scene II.
+[[#sceneI_52|Scene II.]]
 A public place.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;II<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;II<br/>
-[[#sceneII_51|Scene I.
+[[#sceneII_51|Scene I.]]
 A public place.<br/>
-[[#sceneII_52|Scene II.
+[[#sceneII_52|Scene II.]]
 The same.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;III<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;III<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_51|Scene I.
+[[#sceneIII_51|Scene I.]]
 The same.<br/>
-[[#sceneIII_52|Scene II.
+[[#sceneIII_52|Scene II.]]
 The same.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;IV<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;IV<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_51|Scene I.
+[[#sceneIV_51|Scene I.]]
 The same.<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_52|Scene II.
+[[#sceneIV_52|Scene II.]]
 The same.<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_53|Scene III.
+[[#sceneIV_53|Scene III.]]
 The same.<br/>
-[[#sceneIV_54|Scene IV.
+[[#sceneIV_54|Scene IV.]]
 The same.<br/>
 <br/>
-ACT&nbsp;V<br/>
+ACT&amp;nbsp;V<br/>
-[[#sceneV_51|Scene I.
+[[#sceneV_51|Scene I.]]
 The same.<br/>
 </p>
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 <p>SOLINUS, Duke of Ephesus.<br/>
 EGEON, a Merchant of Syracuse.<br/><br/>
 ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS, Twin brothers and sons to Egeon and<br/>
 ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE, Emilia, but unknown to each other.<br/><br/>
 DROMIO OF EPHESUS, Twin brothers, and attendants on<br/>
 DROMIO OF SYRACUSE, the two Antipholuses.<br/><br/>
 BALTHASAR, a Merchant.<br/>
 ANGELO, a Goldsmith.<br/>
 A MERCHANT, friend to Antipholus of Syracuse.<br/>
 PINCH, a Schoolmaster and a Conjurer.<br/>
 EMILIA, Wife to Egeon, an Abbess at Ephesus.<br/>
 ADRIANA, Wife to Antipholus of Ephesus.<br/>
 LUCIANA, her Sister.<br/>
 LUCE, her Servant.<br/>
 A COURTESAN<br/>
 Messenger, Jailer, Officers, Attendants
 </p>
 <h4><b>SCENE: Ephesus</b></h4>
 <h3 id="sceneI_51"> <b>ACT I</b></h3>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Duke, Egeon, Jailer,
 Officers</span> and other <span class="charname">Attendants</span>.</p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall,<br/>
 And by the doom of death end woes and all.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Merchant of Syracusa, plead no more.<br/>
 I am not partial to infringe our laws.<br/>
 The enmity and discord which of late<br/>
 Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your Duke<br/>
 To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,<br/>
 Who, wanting guilders to redeem their lives,<br/>
 Have seal'd his rigorous statutes with their bloods,<br/>
 Excludes all pity from our threat'ning looks.<br/>
 For since the mortal and intestine jars<br/>
 'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,<br/>
 It hath in solemn synods been decreed,<br/>
 Both by the Syracusians and ourselves,<br/>
 To admit no traffic to our adverse towns;<br/>
 Nay more, if any born at Ephesus<br/>
 Be seen at Syracusian marts and fairs;<br/>
 Again, if any Syracusian born<br/>
 Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,<br/>
 His goods confiscate to the Duke's dispose,<br/>
 Unless a thousand marks be levied<br/>
 To quit the penalty and to ransom him.<br/>
 Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,<br/>
 Cannot amount unto a hundred marks;<br/>
 Therefore by law thou art condemn'd to die.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Yet this my comfort; when your words are done,<br/>
 My woes end likewise with the evening sun.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Well, Syracusian, say in brief the cause<br/>
 Why thou departedst from thy native home,<br/>
 And for what cause thou cam'st to Ephesus.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 A heavier task could not have been impos'd<br/>
 Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable;<br/>
 Yet, that the world may witness that my end<br/>
 Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence,<br/>
 I'll utter what my sorrow gives me leave.<br/>
 In Syracusa was I born, and wed<br/>
 Unto a woman happy but for me,<br/>
 And by me, had not our hap been bad.<br/>
 With her I liv'd in joy; our wealth increas'd<br/>
 By prosperous voyages I often made<br/>
 To Epidamnum, till my factor's death,<br/>
 And the great care of goods at random left,<br/>
 Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse;<br/>
 From whom my absence was not six months old<br/>
 Before herself (almost at fainting under<br/>
 The pleasing punishment that women bear)<br/>
 Had made provision for her following me,<br/>
 And soon and safe arrived where I was.<br/>
 There had she not been long but she became<br/>
 A joyful mother of two goodly sons,<br/>
 And, which was strange, the one so like the other<br/>
 As could not be distinguish'd but by names.<br/>
 That very hour, and in the self-same inn,<br/>
 A mean woman was delivered<br/>
 Of such a burden, male twins, both alike.<br/>
 Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,<br/>
 I bought, and brought up to attend my sons.<br/>
 My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,<br/>
 Made daily motions for our home return.<br/>
 Unwilling I agreed; alas, too soon<br/>
 We came aboard.<br/>
 A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd<br/>
 Before the always-wind-obeying deep<br/>
 Gave any tragic instance of our harm;<br/>
 But longer did we not retain much hope;<br/>
 For what obscured light the heavens did grant<br/>
 Did but convey unto our fearful minds<br/>
 A doubtful warrant of immediate death,<br/>
 Which though myself would gladly have embrac'd,<br/>
 Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,<br/>
 Weeping before for what she saw must come,<br/>
 And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,<br/>
 That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear,<br/>
 Forc'd me to seek delays for them and me.<br/>
 And this it was (for other means was none).<br/>
 The sailors sought for safety by our boat,<br/>
 And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us.<br/>
 My wife, more careful for the latter-born,<br/>
 Had fast'ned him unto a small spare mast,<br/>
 Such as sea-faring men provide for storms.<br/>
 To him one of the other twins was bound,<br/>
 Whilst I had been like heedful of the other.<br/>
 The children thus dispos'd, my wife and I,<br/>
 Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd,<br/>
 Fast'ned ourselves at either end the mast,<br/>
 And, floating straight, obedient to the stream,<br/>
 Was carried towards Corinth, as we thought.<br/>
 At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,<br/>
 Dispers'd those vapours that offended us,<br/>
 And by the benefit of his wished light<br/>
 The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered<br/>
 Two ships from far, making amain to us,<br/>
 Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this.<br/>
-But ere they came&mdash;O, let me say no more!<br/>
+But ere they came&amp;mdash;O, let me say no more!<br/>
 Gather the sequel by that went before.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Nay, forward, old man, do not break off so,<br/>
 For we may pity, though not pardon thee.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 O, had the gods done so, I had not now<br/>
 Worthily term'd them merciless to us.<br/>
 For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues,<br/>
 We were encountered by a mighty rock,<br/>
 Which being violently borne upon,<br/>
 Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst;<br/>
 So that, in this unjust divorce of us,<br/>
 Fortune had left to both of us alike<br/>
 What to delight in, what to sorrow for.<br/>
 Her part, poor soul, seeming as burdened<br/>
 With lesser weight, but not with lesser woe,<br/>
 Was carried with more speed before the wind,<br/>
 And in our sight they three were taken up<br/>
 By fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.<br/>
 At length another ship had seiz'd on us;<br/>
 And, knowing whom it was their hap to save,<br/>
 Gave healthful welcome to their ship-wrack'd guests,<br/>
 And would have reft the fishers of their prey,<br/>
 Had not their bark been very slow of sail;<br/>
 And therefore homeward did they bend their course.<br/>
 Thus have you heard me sever'd from my bliss,<br/>
 That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd<br/>
 To tell sad stories of my own mishaps.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for,<br/>
 Do me the favour to dilate at full<br/>
 What have befall'n of them and thee till now.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 My youngest boy, and yet my eldest care,<br/>
 At eighteen years became inquisitive<br/>
 After his brother, and importun'd me<br/>
 That his attendant, so his case was like,<br/>
 Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,<br/>
 Might bear him company in the quest of him;<br/>
 Whom whilst I laboured of a love to see,<br/>
 I hazarded the loss of whom I lov'd.<br/>
 Five summers have I spent in farthest Greece,<br/>
 Roaming clean through the bounds of Asia,<br/>
 And, coasting homeward, came to Ephesus,<br/>
 Hopeless to find, yet loath to leave unsought<br/>
 Or that or any place that harbours men.<br/>
 But here must end the story of my life;<br/>
 And happy were I in my timely death,<br/>
 Could all my travels warrant me they live.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Hapless Egeon, whom the fates have mark'd<br/>
 To bear the extremity of dire mishap;<br/>
 Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,<br/>
 Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,<br/>
 Which princes, would they, may not disannul,<br/>
 My soul should sue as advocate for thee.<br/>
 But though thou art adjudged to the death,<br/>
 And passed sentence may not be recall'd<br/>
 But to our honour's great disparagement,<br/>
 Yet will I favour thee in what I can.<br/>
 Therefore, merchant, I'll limit thee this day<br/>
 To seek thy health by beneficial help.<br/>
 Try all the friends thou hast in Ephesus;<br/>
 Beg thou, or borrow, to make up the sum,<br/>
 And live; if no, then thou art doom'd to die.<br/>
 Jailer, take him to thy custody.
 </p>
 <p>JAILER.<br/>
 I will, my lord.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend,<br/>
 But to procrastinate his lifeless end.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span> and a
 <span class="charname">Merchant</span>.</p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum,<br/>
 Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.<br/>
 This very day a Syracusian merchant<br/>
 Is apprehended for arrival here,<br/>
 And, not being able to buy out his life,<br/>
 According to the statute of the town<br/>
 Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.<br/>
 There is your money that I had to keep.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,<br/>
 And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.<br/>
 Within this hour it will be dinnertime;<br/>
 Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,<br/>
 Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,<br/>
 And then return and sleep within mine inn,<br/>
 For with long travel I am stiff and weary.<br/>
 Get thee away.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Many a man would take you at your word,<br/>
 And go indeed, having so good a mean.
 </p>
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 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,<br/>
 When I am dull with care and melancholy,<br/>
 Lightens my humour with his merry jests.<br/>
 What, will you walk with me about the town,<br/>
 And then go to my inn and dine with me?
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,<br/>
 Of whom I hope to make much benefit.<br/>
 I crave your pardon. Soon, at five o'clock,<br/>
 Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart,<br/>
 And afterward consort you till bedtime.<br/>
 My present business calls me from you now.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Farewell till then: I will go lose myself,<br/>
 And wander up and down to view the city.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Sir, I commend you to your own content.
 </p>
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 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 He that commends me to mine own content<br/>
 Commends me to the thing I cannot get.<br/>
 I to the world am like a drop of water<br/>
 That in the ocean seeks another drop,<br/>
 Who, failing there to find his fellow forth,<br/>
 Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.<br/>
 So I, to find a mother and a brother,<br/>
 In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.
 </p>
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 <p>Here comes the almanac of my true date.<br/>
 What now? How chance thou art return'd so soon?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Return'd so soon? rather approach'd too late.<br/>
 The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit;<br/>
 The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;<br/>
 My mistress made it one upon my cheek.<br/>
 She is so hot because the meat is cold;<br/>
 The meat is cold because you come not home;<br/>
 You come not home because you have no stomach;<br/>
 You have no stomach, having broke your fast;<br/>
 But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray,<br/>
 Are penitent for your default today.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Stop in your wind, sir, tell me this, I pray:<br/>
 Where have you left the money that I gave you?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 O, sixpence that I had o' Wednesday last<br/>
 To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper:<br/>
 The saddler had it, sir, I kept it not.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I am not in a sportive humour now.<br/>
 Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?<br/>
 We being strangers here, how dar'st thou trust<br/>
 So great a charge from thine own custody?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I pray you jest, sir, as you sit at dinner:<br/>
 I from my mistress come to you in post;<br/>
 If I return, I shall be post indeed,<br/>
 For she will score your fault upon my pate.<br/>
 Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,<br/>
 And strike you home without a messenger.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season,<br/>
 Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.<br/>
 Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me!
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,<br/>
 And tell me how thou hast dispos'd thy charge.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 My charge was but to fetch you from the mart<br/>
 Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner.<br/>
 My mistress and her sister stay for you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Now, as I am a Christian, answer me<br/>
 In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,<br/>
 Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours<br/>
 That stands on tricks when I am undispos'd;<br/>
 Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I have some marks of yours upon my pate,<br/>
 Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,<br/>
 But not a thousand marks between you both.<br/>
 If I should pay your worship those again,<br/>
 Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;<br/>
 She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,<br/>
 And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,<br/>
 Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 What mean you, sir? for God's sake hold your hands.<br/>
 Nay, an you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
 </p>
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 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Upon my life, by some device or other<br/>
 The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.<br/>
 They say this town is full of cozenage,<br/>
 As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,<br/>
 Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,<br/>
 Soul-killing witches that deform the body,<br/>
 Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,<br/>
 And many such-like liberties of sin:<br/>
 If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.<br/>
 I'll to the Centaur to go seek this slave.<br/>
 I greatly fear my money is not safe.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneII_51"> <b>ACT II</b></h3>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana</span>, wife to
 Antipholus (of Ephesus) with <span class="charname">Luciana</span> her
 sister.</p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Neither my husband nor the slave return'd<br/>
 That in such haste I sent to seek his master?<br/>
 Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,<br/>
 And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner.<br/>
 Good sister, let us dine, and never fret;<br/>
 A man is master of his liberty;<br/>
 Time is their master, and when they see time,<br/>
 They'll go or come. If so, be patient, sister.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Why should their liberty than ours be more?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Because their business still lies out o' door.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Look when I serve him so, he takes it ill.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 O, know he is the bridle of your will.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 There's none but asses will be bridled so.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.<br/>
 There's nothing situate under heaven's eye<br/>
 But hath his bound in earth, in sea, in sky.<br/>
 The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls<br/>
 Are their males' subjects, and at their controls.<br/>
 Man, more divine, the masters of all these,<br/>
 Lord of the wide world and wild wat'ry seas,<br/>
 Indued with intellectual sense and souls,<br/>
 Of more pre-eminence than fish and fowls,<br/>
 Are masters to their females, and their lords:<br/>
 Then let your will attend on their accords.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 This servitude makes you to keep unwed.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Not this, but troubles of the marriage-bed.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 But, were you wedded, you would bear some sway.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Ere I learn love, I'll practise to obey.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 How if your husband start some other where?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Till he come home again, I would forbear.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Patience unmov'd! No marvel though she pause;<br/>
 They can be meek that have no other cause.<br/>
 A wretched soul bruis'd with adversity,<br/>
 We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;<br/>
 But were we burd'ned with like weight of pain,<br/>
 As much, or more, we should ourselves complain:<br/>
 So thou, that hast no unkind mate to grieve thee,<br/>
 With urging helpless patience would relieve me:<br/>
 But if thou live to see like right bereft,<br/>
 This fool-begg'd patience in thee will be left.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Well, I will marry one day, but to try.<br/>
 Here comes your man, now is your husband nigh.
 </p>
@@ Line 574: / Line 976: @@
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Say, is your tardy master now at hand?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear.<br/>
 Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Spake he so doubtfully thou couldst not feel his meaning?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Nay, he struck so plainly I could too well feel his blows; and withal so
 doubtfully that I could scarce understand them.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 But say, I prithee, is he coming home?<br/>
 It seems he hath great care to please his wife.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Horn-mad, thou villain?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I mean not cuckold-mad,<br/>
 But sure he's stark mad.<br/>
 When I desir'd him to come home to dinner,<br/>
 He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold.<br/>
-&ldquo;'Tis dinner time,&rdquo; quoth I. &ldquo;My gold,&rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-&ldquo;Your meat doth burn&rdquo; quoth I. &ldquo;My gold,&rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;'Tis dinner time,&amp;rdquo; quoth I. &amp;ldquo;My gold,&amp;rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-&ldquo;Will you come home?&rdquo; quoth I. &ldquo;My gold,&rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-&ldquo;Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?&rdquo;<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;Your meat doth burn&amp;rdquo; quoth I. &amp;ldquo;My gold,&amp;rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-&ldquo;The pig&rdquo; quoth I &ldquo;is burn'd&rdquo;. &ldquo;My gold,&rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-&ldquo;My mistress, sir,&rdquo; quoth I. &ldquo;Hang up thy mistress;<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;Will you come home?&amp;rdquo; quoth I. &amp;ldquo;My gold,&amp;rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
-I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!&rdquo;
+&amp;ldquo;Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?&amp;rdquo;<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;The pig&amp;rdquo; quoth I &amp;ldquo;is burn'd&amp;rdquo;. &amp;ldquo;My gold,&amp;rdquo; quoth he.<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;My mistress, sir,&amp;rdquo; quoth I. &amp;ldquo;Hang up thy mistress;<br/>
+I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!&amp;rdquo;
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Quoth who?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Quoth my master.<br/>
-&ldquo;I know,&rdquo; quoth he, &ldquo;no house, no wife, no mistress.&rdquo;<br/>
+&amp;ldquo;I know,&amp;rdquo; quoth he, &amp;ldquo;no house, no wife, no mistress.&amp;rdquo;<br/>
 So that my errand, due unto my tongue,<br/>
 I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders;<br/>
 For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Go back again, thou slave, and fetch him home.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Go back again, and be new beaten home?<br/>
 For God's sake, send some other messenger.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Back slave, or I will break thy pate across.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And he will bless that cross with other beating.<br/>
 Between you I shall have a holy head.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Hence, prating peasant. Fetch thy master home.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Am I so round with you, as you with me,<br/>
 That like a football you do spurn me thus?<br/>
 You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither.<br/>
 If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.
 </p>
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 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Fie, how impatience loureth in your face.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 His company must do his minions grace,<br/>
 Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.<br/>
 Hath homely age th' alluring beauty took<br/>
 From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it.<br/>
 Are my discourses dull? barren my wit?<br/>
 If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,<br/>
 Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard.<br/>
 Do their gay vestments his affections bait?<br/>
 That's not my fault; he's master of my state.<br/>
 What ruins are in me that can be found<br/>
 By him not ruin'd? Then is he the ground<br/>
 Of my defeatures. My decayed fair<br/>
 A sunny look of his would soon repair;<br/>
 But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale<br/>
 And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Self-harming jealousy! fie, beat it hence.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.<br/>
 I know his eye doth homage otherwhere,<br/>
 Or else what lets it but he would be here?<br/>
 Sister, you know he promis'd me a chain;<br/>
 Would that alone, a love he would detain,<br/>
 So he would keep fair quarter with his bed.<br/>
 I see the jewel best enamelled<br/>
 Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still<br/>
 That others touch, yet often touching will<br/>
 Wear gold; and no man that hath a name<br/>
 By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.<br/>
 Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,<br/>
 I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
 </p>
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 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up<br/>
 Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave<br/>
 Is wander'd forth in care to seek me out.<br/>
 By computation and mine host's report.<br/>
 I could not speak with Dromio since at first<br/>
 I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
 </p>
@@ Line 733: / Line 1,236: @@
 <p>How now, sir! is your merry humour alter'd?<br/>
 As you love strokes, so jest with me again.<br/>
 You know no Centaur? you receiv'd no gold?<br/>
 Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?<br/>
 My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,<br/>
 That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I did not see you since you sent me hence,<br/>
 Home to the Centaur with the gold you gave me.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,<br/>
 And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner,<br/>
 For which I hope thou felt'st I was displeas'd.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I am glad to see you in this merry vein.<br/>
 What means this jest, I pray you, master, tell me?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?<br/>
 Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.<br/>
 </p>
@@ Line 772: / Line 1,298: @@
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Hold, sir, for God's sake, now your jest is earnest.<br/>
 Upon what bargain do you give it me?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Because that I familiarly sometimes<br/>
 Do use you for my fool, and chat with you,<br/>
 Your sauciness will jest upon my love,<br/>
 And make a common of my serious hours.<br/>
 When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,<br/>
 But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.<br/>
 If you will jest with me, know my aspect,<br/>
 And fashion your demeanour to my looks,<br/>
 Or I will beat this method in your sconce.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Sconce, call you it? so you would leave battering, I had rather have it a head.
 And you use these blows long, I must get a sconce for my head, and ensconce it
 too, or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders. But I pray, sir, why am I
 beaten?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Dost thou not know?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Shall I tell you why?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Ay, sir, and wherefore; for they say, every why hath a wherefore.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, first, for flouting me; and then wherefore,<br/>
 For urging it the second time to me.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,<br/>
 When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?<br/>
 Well, sir, I thank you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thank me, sir, for what?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for something.<br/>
 But say, sir, is it dinner-time?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, sir; I think the meat wants that I have.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 In good time, sir, what's that?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Basting.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Well, sir, then 'twill be dry.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 If it be, sir, I pray you eat none of it.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Your reason?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Lest it make you choleric, and purchase me another dry basting.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Well, sir, learn to jest in good time.<br/>
 There's a time for all things.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I durst have denied that before you were so choleric.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 By what rule, sir?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, by a rule as plain as the plain bald pate of Father Time himself.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Let's hear it.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 There's no time for a man to recover his hair that grows bald by nature.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 May he not do it by fine and recovery?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig, and recover the lost hair of another man.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is, so plentiful
 an excrement?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Because it is a blessing that he bestows on beasts, and what he
 hath scanted men in hair he hath given them in wit.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 The plainer dealer, the sooner lost. Yet he loseth it in a kind of jollity.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 For what reason?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 For two, and sound ones too.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nay, not sound, I pray you.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Sure ones, then.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Certain ones, then.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Name them.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 The one, to save the money that he spends in tiring; the other, that at dinner
 they should not drop in his porridge.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 You would all this time have proved there is no time for all things.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, and did, sir; namely, e'en no time to recover hair lost by nature.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 But your reason was not substantial why there is no time to recover.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thus I mend it: Time himself is bald, and therefore, to the world's end
 will have bald followers.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion.<br/>
 But soft! who wafts us yonder?
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana</span> and
 <span class="charname">Luciana</span>.</p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown,<br/>
 Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects.<br/>
 I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.<br/>
 The time was once when thou unurg'd wouldst vow<br/>
 That never words were music to thine ear,<br/>
 That never object pleasing in thine eye,<br/>
 That never touch well welcome to thy hand,<br/>
 That never meat sweet-savour'd in thy taste,<br/>
 Unless I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or carv'd to thee.<br/>
 How comes it now, my husband, O, how comes it,<br/>
 That thou art then estranged from thyself?<br/>
 Thyself I call it, being strange to me,<br/>
 That, undividable, incorporate,<br/>
 Am better than thy dear self's better part.<br/>
 Ah, do not tear away thyself from me;<br/>
 For know, my love, as easy mayst thou fall<br/>
 A drop of water in the breaking gulf,<br/>
 And take unmingled thence that drop again<br/>
 Without addition or diminishing,<br/>
 As take from me thyself, and not me too.<br/>
 How dearly would it touch thee to the quick,<br/>
 Should'st thou but hear I were licentious?<br/>
 And that this body, consecrate to thee,<br/>
 By ruffian lust should be contaminate?<br/>
 Wouldst thou not spit at me, and spurn at me,<br/>
 And hurl the name of husband in my face,<br/>
 And tear the stain'd skin off my harlot brow,<br/>
 And from my false hand cut the wedding-ring,<br/>
 And break it with a deep-divorcing vow?<br/>
 I know thou canst; and therefore, see thou do it.<br/>
 I am possess'd with an adulterate blot;<br/>
 My blood is mingled with the crime of lust;<br/>
 For if we two be one, and thou play false,<br/>
 I do digest the poison of thy flesh,<br/>
 Being strumpeted by thy contagion.<br/>
 Keep then fair league and truce with thy true bed,<br/>
 I live distain'd, thou undishonoured.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not.<br/>
 In Ephesus I am but two hours old,<br/>
 As strange unto your town as to your talk,<br/>
 Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,<br/>
 Wants wit in all one word to understand.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Fie, brother, how the world is chang'd with you.<br/>
 When were you wont to use my sister thus?<br/>
 She sent for you by Dromio home to dinner.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 By Dromio?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 By me?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 By thee; and this thou didst return from him,<br/>
 That he did buffet thee, and in his blows<br/>
 Denied my house for his, me for his wife.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?<br/>
 What is the course and drift of your compact?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I, sir? I never saw her till this time.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Villain, thou liest, for even her very words<br/>
 Didst thou deliver to me on the mart.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I never spake with her in all my life.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 How can she thus, then, call us by our names?<br/>
 Unless it be by inspiration.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 How ill agrees it with your gravity<br/>
 To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,<br/>
 Abetting him to thwart me in my mood;<br/>
 Be it my wrong, you are from me exempt,<br/>
 But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.<br/>
 Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine.<br/>
 Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,<br/>
 Whose weakness, married to thy stronger state,<br/>
 Makes me with thy strength to communicate:<br/>
 If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,<br/>
 Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss,<br/>
 Who all, for want of pruning, with intrusion<br/>
 Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme.<br/>
 What, was I married to her in my dream?<br/>
 Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this?<br/>
 What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?<br/>
 Until I know this sure uncertainty<br/>
 I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.<br/>
 This is the fairy land; O spite of spites!<br/>
 We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites;<br/>
 If we obey them not, this will ensue:<br/>
 They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not?<br/>
 Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I am transformed, master, am I not?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thou hast thine own form.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, I am an ape.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.<br/>
 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be<br/>
 But I should know her as well as she knows me.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,<br/>
 To put the finger in the eye and weep<br/>
 Whilst man and master laughs my woes to scorn.<br/>
 Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate.<br/>
 Husband, I'll dine above with you today,<br/>
 And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.<br/>
 Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,<br/>
 Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.<br/>
 Come, sister; Dromio, play the porter well.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?<br/>
 Sleeping or waking, mad, or well-advis'd?<br/>
 Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd!<br/>
 I'll say as they say, and persever so,<br/>
 And in this mist at all adventures go.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Ay; and let none enter, lest I break your pate.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneIII_51"> <b>ACT III</b></h3>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus of
 Ephesus</span>, his man <span class="charname">Dromio of Ephesus, Angelo</span>
 the goldsmith and <span class="charname">Balthasar</span> the merchant.</p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all,<br/>
 My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours.<br/>
 Say that I linger'd with you at your shop<br/>
 To see the making of her carcanet,<br/>
 And that tomorrow you will bring it home.<br/>
 But here's a villain that would face me down.<br/>
 He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,<br/>
 And charg'd him with a thousand marks in gold,<br/>
 And that I did deny my wife and house.<br/>
 Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know.<br/>
 That you beat me at the mart I have your hand to show;<br/>
 If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,<br/>
 Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I think thou art an ass.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Marry, so it doth appear<br/>
 By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.<br/>
 I should kick, being kick'd; and being at that pass,<br/>
 You would keep from my heels, and beware of an ass.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You're sad, Signior Balthasar; pray God our cheer<br/>
 May answer my good will and your good welcome here.
 </p>
 <p>BALTHASAR.<br/>
 I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your welcome dear.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 O, Signior Balthasar, either at flesh or fish<br/>
 A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish.
 </p>
 <p>BALTHASAR.<br/>
 Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And welcome more common, for that's nothing but words.
 </p>
 <p>BALTHASAR<br/>
 Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Ay, to a niggardly host and more sparing guest.<br/>
 But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;<br/>
 Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.<br/>
 But soft; my door is lock'd. Go bid them let us in.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn!
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 [<i>Within.</i>] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!<br/>
 Either get thee from the door or sit down at the hatch:<br/>
 Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for such store<br/>
 When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on's feet.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Who talks within there? Ho, open the door.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Right, sir, I'll tell you when an you'll tell me wherefore.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Wherefore? For my dinner. I have not dined today.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nor today here you must not; come again when you may.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 What art thou that keep'st me out from the house I owe?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office and my name;<br/>
 The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.<br/>
 If thou hadst been Dromio today in my place,<br/>
 Thou wouldst have chang'd thy face for a name, or thy name for an ass.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Luce</span> concealed from
 Antipholus of Ephesus and his companions.
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 [<i>Within.</i>] What a coil is there, Dromio, who are those at the gate?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Let my master in, Luce.
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 Faith, no, he comes too late,<br/>
 And so tell your master.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 O Lord, I must laugh;<br/>
-Have at you with a proverb:&mdash;Shall I set in my staff?
+Have at you with a proverb:&amp;mdash;Shall I set in my staff?
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
-Have at you with another: that's&mdash;When? can you tell?
+Have at you with another: that's&amp;mdash;When? can you tell?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
-If thy name be called Luce,&mdash;Luce, thou hast answer'd him well.
+If thy name be called Luce,&amp;mdash;Luce, thou hast answer'd him well.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 I thought to have ask'd you.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 And you said no.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 So, come, help. Well struck, there was blow for blow.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Thou baggage, let me in.
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 Can you tell for whose sake?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Master, knock the door hard.
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 Let him knock till it ache.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
 </p>
 <p>LUCE.<br/>
 What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana</span> concealed from
 Antipholus of Ephesus and his companions.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 [<i>Within.</i>] Who is that at the door that keeps all this noise?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Are you there, wife? you might have come before.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Your wife, sir knave? go, get you from the door.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome. We would fain have either.
 </p>
 <p>BALTHASAR.<br/>
 In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.<br/>
 Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in the cold.<br/>
 It would make a man mad as a buck to be so bought and sold.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope the gate.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Break any breaking here, and I'll break your knave's pate.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind;<br/>
 Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 It seems thou want'st breaking; out upon thee, hind!
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
-Here's too much &ldquo;out upon thee&rdquo;; I pray thee, let me in.
+Here's too much &amp;ldquo;out upon thee&amp;rdquo;; I pray thee, let me in.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Well, I'll break in; go, borrow me a crow.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 A crow without feather; master, mean you so?<br/>
 For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather.<br/>
 If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Go, get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.
 </p>
 <p>BALTHASAR.<br/>
 Have patience, sir. O, let it not be so:<br/>
 Herein you war against your reputation,<br/>
 And draw within the compass of suspect<br/>
 The unviolated honour of your wife.<br/>
-Once this,&mdash;your long experience of her wisdom,<br/>
+Once this,&amp;mdash;your long experience of her wisdom,<br/>
 Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,<br/>
 Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;<br/>
 And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse<br/>
 Why at this time the doors are made against you.<br/>
 Be rul'd by me; depart in patience,<br/>
 And let us to the Tiger all to dinner,<br/>
 And about evening, come yourself alone<br/>
 To know the reason of this strange restraint.<br/>
 If by strong hand you offer to break in<br/>
 Now in the stirring passage of the day,<br/>
 A vulgar comment will be made of it;<br/>
 And that supposed by the common rout<br/>
 Against your yet ungalled estimation<br/>
 That may with foul intrusion enter in,<br/>
 And dwell upon your grave when you are dead;<br/>
 For slander lives upon succession,<br/>
 For ever hous'd where it gets possession.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You have prevail'd. I will depart in quiet,<br/>
 And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.<br/>
 I know a wench of excellent discourse,<br/>
 Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle;<br/>
 There will we dine. This woman that I mean,<br/>
 My wife (but, I protest, without desert)<br/>
 Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal;<br/>
-To her will we to dinner.&mdash;Get you home<br/>
+To her will we to dinner.&amp;mdash;Get you home<br/>
 And fetch the chain, by this I know 'tis made.<br/>
 Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine,<br/>
 For there's the house. That chain will I bestow<br/>
 (Be it for nothing but to spite my wife)<br/>
 Upon mine hostess there. Good sir, make haste.<br/>
 Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,<br/>
 I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 I'll meet you at that place some hour hence.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Do so; this jest shall cost me some expense.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,514: / Line 2,486: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Luciana</span> with
 <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span>.</p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 And may it be that you have quite forgot<br/>
 A husband's office? Shall, Antipholus,<br/>
 Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?<br/>
 Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous?<br/>
 If you did wed my sister for her wealth,<br/>
 Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness;<br/>
 Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth,<br/>
 Muffle your false love with some show of blindness.<br/>
 Let not my sister read it in your eye;<br/>
 Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;<br/>
 Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty;<br/>
 Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;<br/>
 Bear a fair presence though your heart be tainted;<br/>
 Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint,<br/>
 Be secret-false. What need she be acquainted?<br/>
 What simple thief brags of his own attaint?<br/>
 'Tis double wrong to truant with your bed<br/>
 And let her read it in thy looks at board.<br/>
 Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;<br/>
 Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.<br/>
 Alas, poor women, make us but believe,<br/>
 Being compact of credit, that you love us.<br/>
 Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;<br/>
 We in your motion turn, and you may move us.<br/>
 Then, gentle brother, get you in again;<br/>
 Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife.<br/>
 'Tis holy sport to be a little vain<br/>
 When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Sweet mistress, what your name is else, I know not,<br/>
 Nor by what wonder you do hit on mine;<br/>
 Less in your knowledge and your grace you show not<br/>
 Than our earth's wonder, more than earth divine.<br/>
 Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak;<br/>
 Lay open to my earthy gross conceit,<br/>
 Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak,<br/>
 The folded meaning of your words' deceit.<br/>
 Against my soul's pure truth why labour you<br/>
 To make it wander in an unknown field?<br/>
 Are you a god? would you create me new?<br/>
 Transform me, then, and to your power I'll yield.<br/>
 But if that I am I, then well I know<br/>
 Your weeping sister is no wife of mine,<br/>
 Nor to her bed no homage do I owe.<br/>
 Far more, far more, to you do I decline.<br/>
 O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note<br/>
 To drown me in thy sister's flood of tears.<br/>
 Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote;<br/>
 Spread o'er the silver waves thy golden hairs,<br/>
 And as a bed I'll take thee, and there lie,<br/>
 And, in that glorious supposition think<br/>
 He gains by death that hath such means to die.<br/>
 Let love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 What, are you mad, that you do reason so?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Why call you me love? Call my sister so.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thy sister's sister.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 That's my sister.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No,<br/>
 It is thyself, mine own self's better part,<br/>
 Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,<br/>
 My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope's aim,<br/>
 My sole earth's heaven, and my heaven's claim.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 All this my sister is, or else should be.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Call thyself sister, sweet, for I aim thee;<br/>
 Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life;<br/>
 Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.<br/>
 Give me thy hand.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 O, soft, sir, hold you still;<br/>
 I'll fetch my sister to get her goodwill.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,639: / Line 2,700: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, how now, Dromio? where runn'st thou so fast?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Do you know me, sir? Am I Dromio? Am I your man? Am I myself?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I am an ass, I am a woman's man, and besides myself.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What woman's man? and how besides thyself?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman, one that claims me, one that
 haunts me, one that will have me.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What claim lays she to thee?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse, and she would have me as
 a beast; not that I being a beast she would have me, but that she being a very
 beastly creature lays claim to me.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What is she?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of
-without he say &ldquo;sir-reverence&rdquo;. I have but lean luck in the match,
+without he say &amp;ldquo;sir-reverence&amp;rdquo;. I have but lean luck in the match,
 and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
-How dost thou mean a &ldquo;fat marriage&rdquo;?
+How dost thou mean a &amp;ldquo;fat marriage&amp;rdquo;?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench, and all grease, and I know
 not what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run
 from her by her own light. I warrant her rags and the tallow in
 them will burn a Poland winter. If she lives till doomsday,
 she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What complexion is she of?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept. For
 why? she sweats, a man may go overshoes in the grime of it.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 That's a fault that water will mend.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What's her name?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's an ell and
 three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Then she bears some breadth?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip. She is
 spherical, like a globe. I could find out countries in her.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 In what part of her body stands Ireland?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, sir, in her buttocks; I found it out by the bogs.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where Scotland?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I found it by the barrenness, hard in the palm of the hand.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where France?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her hair.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where England?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in
 them. But I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that
 ran between France and it.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where Spain?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where America, the Indies?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 O, sir, upon her nose, all o'er-embellished with rubies,
 carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot
 breath of Spain, who sent whole armadoes of carracks to be
 ballast at her nose.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 O, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude: this drudge or
 diviner laid claim to me, called me Dromio, swore I was assured
 to her, told me what privy marks I had about me, as the mark of
 my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm,
 that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch. And, I think, if my
 breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of steel, she had
 transformed me to a curtal dog, and made me turn i' the wheel.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Go, hie thee presently, post to the road;<br/>
 And if the wind blow any way from shore,<br/>
 I will not harbour in this town tonight.<br/>
 If any bark put forth, come to the mart,<br/>
 Where I will walk till thou return to me.<br/>
 If everyone knows us, and we know none,<br/>
 'Tis time, I think, to trudge, pack and be gone.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 As from a bear a man would run for life,<br/>
 So fly I from her that would be my wife.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,815: / Line 2,978: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 There's none but witches do inhabit here,<br/>
 And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.<br/>
 She that doth call me husband, even my soul<br/>
 Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,<br/>
 Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,<br/>
 Of such enchanting presence and discourse,<br/>
 Hath almost made me traitor to myself.<br/>
 But lest myself be guilty to self-wrong,<br/>
 I'll stop mine ears against the mermaid's song.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,829: / Line 3,002: @@
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Master Antipholus.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Ay, that's my name.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 I know it well, sir. Lo, here is the chain;<br/>
 I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine,<br/>
 The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What is your will that I shall do with this?
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 What please yourself, sir; I have made it for you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Not once, nor twice, but twenty times you have.<br/>
 Go home with it, and please your wife withal,<br/>
 And soon at supper-time I'll visit you,<br/>
 And then receive my money for the chain.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I pray you, sir, receive the money now,<br/>
 For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 You are a merry man, sir; fare you well.
 </p>
@@ Line 1,873: / Line 3,070: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What I should think of this I cannot tell,<br/>
 But this I think, there's no man is so vain<br/>
 That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.<br/>
 I see a man here needs not live by shifts,<br/>
 When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.<br/>
 I'll to the mart, and there for Dromio stay;<br/>
 If any ship put out, then straight away.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exit.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneIV_51"> <b>ACT IV</b></h3>
@@ Line 1,893: / Line 3,094: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Merchant, Angelo</span> and an
 <span class="charname">Officer</span>.</p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 You know since Pentecost the sum is due,<br/>
 And since I have not much importun'd you,<br/>
 Nor now I had not, but that I am bound<br/>
 To Persia, and want guilders for my voyage;<br/>
 Therefore make present satisfaction,<br/>
 Or I'll attach you by this officer.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Even just the sum that I do owe to you<br/>
 Is growing to me by Antipholus,<br/>
 And in the instant that I met with you<br/>
 He had of me a chain; at five o'clock<br/>
 I shall receive the money for the same.<br/>
 Pleaseth you walk with me down to his house,<br/>
 I will discharge my bond, and thank you too.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus of Ephesus</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Ephesus</span> from the Courtesan's.</p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 That labour may you save. See where he comes.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 While I go to the goldsmith's house, go thou<br/>
 And buy a rope's end; that will I bestow<br/>
 Among my wife and her confederates<br/>
 For locking me out of my doors by day.<br/>
 But soft, I see the goldsmith; get thee gone;<br/>
 Buy thou a rope, and bring it home to me.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I buy a thousand pound a year! I buy a rope!
 </p>
@@ Line 1,937: / Line 3,166: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 A man is well holp up that trusts to you,<br/>
 I promised your presence and the chain,<br/>
 But neither chain nor goldsmith came to me.<br/>
 Belike you thought our love would last too long<br/>
 If it were chain'd together, and therefore came not.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Saving your merry humour, here's the note<br/>
 How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,<br/>
 The fineness of the gold, and chargeful fashion,<br/>
 Which doth amount to three odd ducats more<br/>
 Than I stand debted to this gentleman.<br/>
 I pray you, see him presently discharg'd,<br/>
 For he is bound to sea, and stays but for it.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I am not furnished with the present money;<br/>
 Besides, I have some business in the town.<br/>
 Good signior, take the stranger to my house,<br/>
 And with you take the chain, and bid my wife<br/>
 Disburse the sum on the receipt thereof;<br/>
 Perchance I will be there as soon as you.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Then you will bring the chain to her yourself.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 No, bear it with you, lest I come not time enough.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Well, sir, I will. Have you the chain about you?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And if I have not, sir, I hope you have,<br/>
 Or else you may return without your money.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain;<br/>
 Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman,<br/>
 And I, to blame, have held him here too long.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Good Lord, you use this dalliance to excuse<br/>
 Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.<br/>
 I should have chid you for not bringing it,<br/>
 But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 The hour steals on; I pray you, sir, dispatch.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 You hear how he importunes me. The chain!
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Why, give it to my wife, and fetch your money.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Come, come, you know I gave it you even now.<br/>
 Either send the chain or send by me some token.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Fie, now you run this humour out of breath.<br/>
 Come, where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 My business cannot brook this dalliance.<br/>
 Good sir, say whe'er you'll answer me or no;<br/>
 If not, I'll leave him to the officer.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I answer you? What should I answer you?
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 The money that you owe me for the chain.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I owe you none till I receive the chain.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 You know I gave it you half an hour since.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You gave me none. You wrong me much to say so.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 You wrong me more, sir, in denying it.<br/>
 Consider how it stands upon my credit.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Well, officer, arrest him at my suit.
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 I do, and charge you in the duke's name to obey me.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 This touches me in reputation.<br/>
 Either consent to pay this sum for me,<br/>
 Or I attach you by this officer.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Consent to pay thee that I never had?<br/>
 Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou dar'st.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Here is thy fee; arrest him, officer.<br/>
 I would not spare my brother in this case<br/>
 If he should scorn me so apparently.
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 I do arrest you, sir. You hear the suit.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I do obey thee till I give thee bail.<br/>
 But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear<br/>
 As all the metal in your shop will answer.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Sir, sir, I shall have law in Ephesus,<br/>
 To your notorious shame, I doubt it not.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span>
 from the bay.</p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, there's a bark of Epidamnum<br/>
 That stays but till her owner comes aboard,<br/>
 And then, sir, bears away. Our fraughtage, sir,<br/>
 I have convey'd aboard, and I have bought<br/>
 The oil, the balsamum, and aqua-vitae.<br/>
 The ship is in her trim; the merry wind<br/>
 Blows fair from land; they stay for nought at all<br/>
 But for their owner, master, and yourself.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 How now? a madman? Why, thou peevish sheep,<br/>
 What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 A ship you sent me to, to hire waftage.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope,<br/>
 And told thee to what purpose and what end.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 You sent me for a rope's end as soon.<br/>
 You sent me to the bay, sir, for a bark.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I will debate this matter at more leisure,<br/>
 And teach your ears to list me with more heed.<br/>
 To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:<br/>
 Give her this key, and tell her in the desk<br/>
 That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry<br/>
 There is a purse of ducats; let her send it.<br/>
 Tell her I am arrested in the street,<br/>
 And that shall bail me. Hie thee, slave; be gone.<br/>
 On, officer, to prison till it come.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Merchant, Angelo, Officer</span>
 and <span class="charname">Antipholus of Ephesus</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 To Adriana, that is where we din'd,<br/>
 Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband.<br/>
 She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.<br/>
 Thither I must, although against my will,<br/>
 For servants must their masters' minds fulfil.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,147: / Line 3,506: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana</span> and
 <span class="charname">Luciana</span>.</p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?<br/>
 Might'st thou perceive austerely in his eye<br/>
 That he did plead in earnest, yea or no?<br/>
 Look'd he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?<br/>
 What observation mad'st thou in this case<br/>
 Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 First he denied you had in him no right.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 He meant he did me none; the more my spite.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Then swore he that he was a stranger here.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Then pleaded I for you.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 And what said he?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 With words that in an honest suit might move.<br/>
 First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Did'st speak him fair?
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Have patience, I beseech.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I cannot, nor I will not hold me still.<br/>
 My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.<br/>
 He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,<br/>
 Ill-fac'd, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere;<br/>
 Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,<br/>
 Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Who would be jealous then of such a one?<br/>
 No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Ah, but I think him better than I say,<br/>
 And yet would herein others' eyes were worse:<br/>
 Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;<br/>
 My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,227: / Line 3,632: @@
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Here, go; the desk, the purse, sweet now, make haste.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 How hast thou lost thy breath?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 By running fast.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.<br/>
 A devil in an everlasting garment hath him,<br/>
 One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;<br/>
 A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough;<br/>
 A wolf, nay worse, a fellow all in buff;<br/>
 A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands<br/>
 The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;<br/>
 A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dryfoot well,<br/>
 One that, before the judgment, carries poor souls to hell.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Why, man, what is the matter?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I do not know the matter. He is 'rested on the case.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I know not at whose suit he is arrested, well;<br/>
 But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell.<br/>
 Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Go fetch it, sister. This I wonder at,
 </p>
@@ Line 2,279: / Line 3,714: @@
 <p>Thus he unknown to me should be in debt.<br/>
 Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Not on a band, but on a stronger thing;<br/>
 A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 What, the chain?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, no, the bell, 'tis time that I were gone.<br/>
 It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 The hours come back! That did I never hear.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, 'a turns back for very fear.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 As if time were in debt. How fondly dost thou reason!
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's worth to season.<br/>
 Nay, he's a thief too. Have you not heard men say<br/>
 That time comes stealing on by night and day?<br/>
 If he be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,<br/>
 Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
 </p>
@@ Line 2,319: / Line 3,776: @@
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Go, Dromio, there's the money, bear it straight,<br/>
 And bring thy master home immediately.<br/>
 Come, sister, I am press'd down with conceit;<br/>
 Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,332: / Line 3,794: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 There's not a man I meet but doth salute me<br/>
 As if I were their well-acquainted friend,<br/>
 And everyone doth call me by my name.<br/>
 Some tender money to me, some invite me;<br/>
 Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;<br/>
 Some offer me commodities to buy.<br/>
 Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop,<br/>
 And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,<br/>
 And therewithal took measure of my body.<br/>
 Sure, these are but imaginary wiles,<br/>
 And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,348: / Line 3,822: @@
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, here's the gold you sent me for.<br/>
 What, have you got the picture of old Adam new apparelled?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What gold is this? What Adam dost thou mean?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Not that Adam that kept the paradise, but that Adam that keeps
 the prison; he that goes in the calf's skin that was killed for
 the Prodigal; he that came behind you, sir, like an evil angel,
 and bid you forsake your liberty.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I understand thee not.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No? Why, 'tis a plain case: he that went like a bass-viol in a case of
 leather; the man, sir, that, when gentlemen are tired, gives them a sob, and
 'rests them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men and gives them suits
 of durance; he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his mace than a
 morris-pike.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 What! thou mean'st an officer?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that
 breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says,
-&ldquo;God give you good rest.&rdquo;
+&amp;ldquo;God give you good rest.&amp;rdquo;
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts
 forth tonight? may we be gone?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the bark <i>Expedition</i> put
 forth tonight, and then were you hindered by the sergeant to tarry for the hoy
 <i>Delay</i>. Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 The fellow is distract, and so am I,<br/>
 And here we wander in illusions.<br/>
 Some blessed power deliver us from hence!
 </p>
@@ Line 2,405: / Line 3,914: @@
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Well met, well met, Master Antipholus.<br/>
 I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now.<br/>
 Is that the chain you promis'd me today?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, is this Mistress Satan?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 It is the devil.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam; and here she comes in the
-habit of a light wench, and thereof comes that the wenches say &ldquo;God damn
-me&rdquo;, that's as much to say, &ldquo;God make me a light
+habit of a light wench, and thereof comes that the wenches say &amp;ldquo;God damn
-wench.&rdquo; It is written they appear to men like angels of light. Light is
+me&amp;rdquo;, that's as much to say, &amp;ldquo;God make me a light
+wench.&amp;rdquo; It is written they appear to men like angels of light. Light is
 an effect of fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not
 near her.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Your man and you are marvellous merry, sir.<br/>
 Will you go with me? We'll mend our dinner here.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, if you do, expect spoon-meat, or bespeak a long spoon.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Why, Dromio?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Marry, he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Avoid then, fiend! What tell'st thou me of supping?<br/>
 Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress.<br/>
 I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner,<br/>
 Or, for my diamond, the chain you promis'd,<br/>
 And I'll be gone, sir, and not trouble you.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Some devils ask but the paring of one's nail,<br/>
 A rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin,<br/>
 A nut, a cherry-stone; but she, more covetous,<br/>
 Would have a chain.<br/>
 Master, be wise; and if you give it her,<br/>
 The devil will shake her chain and fright us with it.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 I pray you, sir, my ring, or else the chain;<br/>
 I hope you do not mean to cheat me so.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Fly pride, says the peacock. Mistress, that you know.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,<br/>
 Else would he never so demean himself.<br/>
 A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,<br/>
 And for the same he promis'd me a chain;<br/>
 Both one and other he denies me now.<br/>
 The reason that I gather he is mad,<br/>
 Besides this present instance of his rage,<br/>
 Is a mad tale he told today at dinner<br/>
 Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.<br/>
 Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,<br/>
 On purpose shut the doors against his way.<br/>
 My way is now to hie home to his house,<br/>
 And tell his wife that, being lunatic,<br/>
 He rush'd into my house and took perforce<br/>
 My ring away. This course I fittest choose,<br/>
 For forty ducats is too much to lose.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,509: / Line 4,084: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus of Ephesus</span>
 with an <span class="charname">Officer</span>.</p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Fear me not, man, I will not break away:<br/>
 I'll give thee ere I leave thee so much money,<br/>
 To warrant thee, as I am 'rested for.<br/>
 My wife is in a wayward mood today,<br/>
 And will not lightly trust the messenger<br/>
 That I should be attach'd in Ephesus;<br/>
 I tell you 'twill sound harshly in her ears.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,524: / Line 4,108: @@
 <p>Here comes my man. I think he brings the money.<br/>
 How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 But where's the money?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 To a rope's end, sir; and to that end am I return'd.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,562: / Line 4,164: @@
 <p>OFFICER. <br/>
 Good sir, be patient.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Nay, 'tis for me to be patient. I am in adversity.
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 Good now, hold thy tongue.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Thou whoreson, senseless villain.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an ass.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana, Luciana,
 Courtesan</span> and a Schoolmaster called <span class="charname">Pinch</span>.</p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Come, go along, my wife is coming yonder.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Mistress, <i>respice finem</i>, respect your end, or rather, the prophesy like
-the parrot, &ldquo;Beware the rope's end.&rdquo;
+the parrot, &amp;ldquo;Beware the rope's end.&amp;rdquo;
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Wilt thou still talk?<br/>
 </p>
@@ Line 2,618: / Line 4,250: @@
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 His incivility confirms no less.<br/>
 Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;<br/>
 Establish him in his true sense again,<br/>
 And I will please you what you will demand.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy.
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 I charge thee, Satan, hous'd within this man,<br/>
 To yield possession to my holy prayers,<br/>
 And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight.<br/>
 I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not mad.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 You minion, you, are these your customers?<br/>
 Did this companion with the saffron face<br/>
 Revel and feast it at my house today,<br/>
 Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut,<br/>
 And I denied to enter in my house?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 O husband, God doth know you din'd at home,<br/>
 Where would you had remain'd until this time,<br/>
 Free from these slanders and this open shame.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Din'd at home? Thou villain, what sayest thou?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Perdy, your doors were lock'd, and you shut out.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And did not she herself revile me there?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Certes, she did, the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And did not I in rage depart from thence?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 In verity, you did; my bones bear witness,<br/>
 That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein,<br/>
 And yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Alas! I sent you money to redeem you<br/>
 By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Money by me? Heart and goodwill you might,<br/>
 But surely, master, not a rag of money.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 He came to me, and I deliver'd it.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 And I am witness with her that she did.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 God and the rope-maker bear me witness<br/>
 That I was sent for nothing but a rope.
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 Mistress, both man and master is possess'd,<br/>
 I know it by their pale and deadly looks.<br/>
 They must be bound and laid in some dark room.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth today,<br/>
 And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And gentle master, I receiv'd no gold;<br/>
 But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all,<br/>
 And art confederate with a damned pack<br/>
 To make a loathsome abject scorn of me.<br/>
 But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes<br/>
 That would behold in me this shameful sport.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives.
 </i>]</p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me.
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 More company; the fiend is strong within him.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 What, will you murder me? Thou jailer, thou,<br/>
 I am thy prisoner. Wilt thou suffer them<br/>
 To make a rescue?
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 Masters, let him go.<br/>
 He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
 </p>
 <p>PINCH.<br/>
 Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?<br/>
 Hast thou delight to see a wretched man<br/>
 Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 He is my prisoner. If I let him go,<br/>
 The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I will discharge thee ere I go from thee;<br/>
 Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,<br/>
 And knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.<br/>
 Good master doctor, see him safe convey'd<br/>
 Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 O most unhappy strumpet!
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Master, I am here enter'd in bond for you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
-Will you be bound for nothing? Be mad, good master; cry, &ldquo;the devil&rdquo;.
+Will you be bound for nothing? Be mad, good master; cry, &amp;ldquo;the devil&amp;rdquo;.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Pinch</span> and Assistants, with
 <span class="charname">Antipholus of Ephesus</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Ephesus</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>Say now, whose suit is he arrested at?
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 One Angelo, a goldsmith; do you know him?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I know the man. What is the sum he owes?
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 Two hundred ducats.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Say, how grows it due?
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 Due for a chain your husband had of him.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 He did bespeak a chain for me, but had it not.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 When as your husband, all in rage, today<br/>
 Came to my house and took away my ring,<br/>
 The ring I saw upon his finger now,<br/>
 Straight after did I meet him with a chain.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 It may be so, but I did never see it.<br/>
 Come, jailer, bring me where the goldsmith is,<br/>
 I long to know the truth hereof at large.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span> with his rapier drawn, and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span>.</p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 God, for thy mercy, they are loose again!
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 And come with naked swords. Let's call more help<br/>
 To have them bound again.
 </p>
 <p>OFFICER.<br/>
 Away, they'll kill us.
 </p>
@@ Line 2,922: / Line 4,724: @@
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I see these witches are afraid of swords.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 She that would be your wife now ran from you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence.<br/>
 I long that we were safe and sound aboard.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 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.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I will not stay tonight for all the town;<br/>
 Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
 <h3 id="sceneV_51"> <b>ACT V</b></h3>
@@ Line 2,957: / Line 4,770: @@
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Merchant</span> and
 <span class="charname">Angelo</span>.</p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 I am sorry, sir, that I have hinder'd you,<br/>
 But I protest he had the chain of me,<br/>
 Though most dishonestly he doth deny it.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 How is the man esteem'd here in the city?
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Of very reverend reputation, sir,<br/>
 Of credit infinite, highly belov'd,<br/>
 Second to none that lives here in the city.<br/>
 His word might bear my wealth at any time.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Speak softly. Yonder, as I think, he walks.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span>.</p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 'Tis so; and that self chain about his neck<br/>
 Which he forswore most monstrously to have.<br/>
 Good sir, draw near to me, I'll speak to him.<br/>
 Signior Antipholus, I wonder much<br/>
 That you would put me to this shame and trouble,<br/>
 And not without some scandal to yourself,<br/>
 With circumstance and oaths so to deny<br/>
 This chain, which now you wear so openly.<br/>
 Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment,<br/>
 You have done wrong to this my honest friend,<br/>
 Who, but for staying on our controversy,<br/>
 Had hoisted sail and put to sea today.<br/>
 This chain you had of me, can you deny it?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I think I had: I never did deny it.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 These ears of mine, thou know'st, did hear thee.<br/>
 Fie on thee, wretch. 'Tis pity that thou liv'st<br/>
 To walk where any honest men resort.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Thou art a villain to impeach me thus;<br/>
 I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty<br/>
 Against thee presently, if thou dar'st stand.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 I dare, and do defy thee for a villain.
 </p>
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 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Adriana, Luciana, Courtesan</span>
 and others.</p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Hold, hurt him not, for God's sake, he is mad.<br/>
 Some get within him, take his sword away.<br/>
 Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Run, master, run, for God's sake, take a house.<br/>
 This is some priory; in, or we are spoil'd.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Syracuse</span> to the priory.</i>]</p>
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 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 To fetch my poor distracted husband hence.<br/>
 Let us come in, that we may bind him fast<br/>
 And bear him home for his recovery.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 I am sorry now that I did draw on him.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 How long hath this possession held the man?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad,<br/>
 And much different from the man he was.<br/>
 But till this afternoon his passion<br/>
 Ne'er brake into extremity of rage.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?<br/>
 Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye<br/>
 Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?<br/>
 A sin prevailing much in youthful men<br/>
 Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing?<br/>
 Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 To none of these, except it be the last,<br/>
 Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 You should for that have reprehended him.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Why, so I did.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Ay, but not rough enough.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 As roughly as my modesty would let me.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Haply in private.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 And in assemblies too.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Ay, but not enough.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 It was the copy of our conference.<br/>
 In bed he slept not for my urging it;<br/>
 At board he fed not for my urging it;<br/>
 Alone, it was the subject of my theme;<br/>
 In company I often glanced it;<br/>
 Still did I tell him it was vile and bad.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 And thereof came it that the man was mad.<br/>
 The venom clamours of a jealous woman<br/>
 Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.<br/>
 It seems his sleeps were hindered by thy railing,<br/>
 And thereof comes it that his head is light.<br/>
 Thou say'st his meat was sauc'd with thy upbraidings.<br/>
 Unquiet meals make ill digestions;<br/>
 Thereof the raging fire of fever bred,<br/>
 And what's a fever but a fit of madness?<br/>
 Thou say'st his sports were hinder'd by thy brawls.<br/>
 Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue<br/>
 But moody and dull melancholy,<br/>
 Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,<br/>
 And at her heels a huge infectious troop<br/>
 Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?<br/>
 In food, in sport, and life-preserving rest<br/>
 To be disturb'd would mad or man or beast.<br/>
 The consequence is, then, thy jealous fits<br/>
 Hath scar'd thy husband from the use of's wits.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 She never reprehended him but mildly,<br/>
 When he demean'd himself rough, rude, and wildly.<br/>
 Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 She did betray me to my own reproof.<br/>
 Good people, enter and lay hold on him.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 No, not a creature enters in my house.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Then let your servants bring my husband forth.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Neither. He took this place for sanctuary,<br/>
 And it shall privilege him from your hands<br/>
 Till I have brought him to his wits again,<br/>
 Or lose my labour in assaying it.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I will attend my husband, be his nurse,<br/>
 Diet his sickness, for it is my office,<br/>
 And will have no attorney but myself;<br/>
 And therefore let me have him home with me.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Be patient, for I will not let him stir<br/>
 Till I have used the approved means I have,<br/>
 With wholesome syrups, drugs, and holy prayers,<br/>
 To make of him a formal man again.<br/>
 It is a branch and parcel of mine oath,<br/>
 A charitable duty of my order;<br/>
 Therefore depart, and leave him here with me.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I will not hence and leave my husband here;<br/>
 And ill it doth beseem your holiness<br/>
 To separate the husband and the wife.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Be quiet and depart. Thou shalt not have him.
 </p>
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 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Complain unto the duke of this indignity.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Come, go. I will fall prostrate at his feet,<br/>
 And never rise until my tears and prayers<br/>
 Have won his grace to come in person hither<br/>
 And take perforce my husband from the abbess.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 By this, I think, the dial points at five.<br/>
 Anon, I'm sure, the Duke himself in person<br/>
 Comes this way to the melancholy vale,<br/>
 The place of death and sorry execution<br/>
 Behind the ditches of the abbey here.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 Upon what cause?
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 To see a reverend Syracusian merchant,<br/>
 Who put unluckily into this bay<br/>
 Against the laws and statutes of this town,<br/>
 Beheaded publicly for his offence.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 See where they come. We will behold his death.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Kneel to the Duke before he pass the abbey.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter the <span class="charname">Duke</span>, attended;
 <span class="charname">Egeon</span>, bareheaded; with the
 <span class="charname">Headsman</span> and other Officers.</p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Yet once again proclaim it publicly,<br/>
 If any friend will pay the sum for him,<br/>
 He shall not die; so much we tender him.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Justice, most sacred duke, against the abbess!
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 She is a virtuous and a reverend lady,<br/>
 It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 May it please your grace, Antipholus, my husband,<br/>
 Who I made lord of me and all I had<br/>
 At your important letters, this ill day<br/>
 A most outrageous fit of madness took him;<br/>
 That desp'rately he hurried through the street,<br/>
 With him his bondman all as mad as he,<br/>
 Doing displeasure to the citizens<br/>
 By rushing in their houses, bearing thence<br/>
 Rings, jewels, anything his rage did like.<br/>
 Once did I get him bound and sent him home,<br/>
 Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,<br/>
 That here and there his fury had committed.<br/>
 Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,<br/>
 He broke from those that had the guard of him,<br/>
 And with his mad attendant and himself,<br/>
 Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,<br/>
 Met us again, and, madly bent on us,<br/>
 Chased us away; till raising of more aid,<br/>
 We came again to bind them. Then they fled<br/>
 Into this abbey, whither we pursued them.<br/>
 And here the abbess shuts the gates on us,<br/>
 And will not suffer us to fetch him out,<br/>
 Nor send him forth that we may bear him hence.<br/>
 Therefore, most gracious duke, with thy command<br/>
 Let him be brought forth and borne hence for help.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Long since thy husband serv'd me in my wars,<br/>
 And I to thee engag'd a prince's word,<br/>
 When thou didst make him master of thy bed,<br/>
 To do him all the grace and good I could.<br/>
 Go, some of you, knock at the abbey gate,<br/>
 And bid the lady abbess come to me.<br/>
 I will determine this before I stir.
 </p>
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 <p>MESSENGER.<br/>
 O mistress, mistress, shift and save yourself.<br/>
 My master and his man are both broke loose,<br/>
 Beaten the maids a-row, and bound the doctor,<br/>
 Whose beard they have singed off with brands of fire,<br/>
 And ever as it blazed they threw on him<br/>
 Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair.<br/>
 My master preaches patience to him, and the while<br/>
 His man with scissors nicks him like a fool;<br/>
 And sure (unless you send some present help)<br/>
 Between them they will kill the conjurer.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here,<br/>
 And that is false thou dost report to us.
 </p>
 <p>MESSENGER.<br/>
 Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true.<br/>
 I have not breath'd almost since I did see it.<br/>
 He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,<br/>
 To scorch your face and to disfigure you.
 </p>
@@ Line 3,330: / Line 5,388: @@
 <p>Hark, hark, I hear him, mistress. Fly, be gone!
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Come, stand by me, fear nothing. Guard with halberds.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Ay me, it is my husband. Witness you<br/>
 That he is borne about invisible.<br/>
 Even now we hous'd him in the abbey here,<br/>
 And now he's there, past thought of human reason.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter <span class="charname">Antipholus</span> and
 <span class="charname">Dromio of Ephesus</span>.</p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Justice, most gracious duke; O, grant me justice!<br/>
 Even for the service that long since I did thee<br/>
 When I bestrid thee in the wars, and took<br/>
 Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood<br/>
 That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,<br/>
 I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there.<br/>
 She whom thou gav'st to me to be my wife;<br/>
 That hath abused and dishonour'd me<br/>
 Even in the strength and height of injury.<br/>
 Beyond imagination is the wrong<br/>
 That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me<br/>
 While she with harlots feasted in my house.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 A grievous fault. Say, woman, didst thou so?
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 No, my good lord. Myself, he, and my sister<br/>
 Today did dine together. So befall my soul<br/>
 As this is false he burdens me withal.
 </p>
 <p>LUCIANA.<br/>
 Ne'er may I look on day nor sleep on night<br/>
 But she tells to your highness simple truth.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 O perjur'd woman! They are both forsworn.<br/>
 In this the madman justly chargeth them.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 My liege, I am advised what I say,<br/>
 Neither disturb'd with the effect of wine,<br/>
 Nor heady-rash, provok'd with raging ire,<br/>
 Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.<br/>
 This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner.<br/>
 That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,<br/>
 Could witness it, for he was with me then,<br/>
 Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,<br/>
 Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,<br/>
 Where Balthasar and I did dine together.<br/>
 Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,<br/>
 I went to seek him. In the street I met him,<br/>
 And in his company that gentleman.<br/>
 There did this perjur'd goldsmith swear me down<br/>
 That I this day of him receiv'd the chain,<br/>
 Which, God he knows, I saw not. For the which<br/>
 He did arrest me with an officer.<br/>
 I did obey, and sent my peasant home<br/>
 For certain ducats. He with none return'd.<br/>
 Then fairly I bespoke the officer<br/>
 To go in person with me to my house.<br/>
 By th' way we met<br/>
 My wife, her sister, and a rabble more<br/>
 Of vile confederates. Along with them<br/>
 They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,<br/>
 A mere anatomy, a mountebank,<br/>
 A threadbare juggler, and a fortune-teller;<br/>
 A needy, hollow-ey'd, sharp-looking wretch;<br/>
 A living dead man. This pernicious slave,<br/>
 Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,<br/>
 And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,<br/>
 And with no face (as 'twere) outfacing me,<br/>
 Cries out, I was possess'd. Then altogether<br/>
 They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence,<br/>
 And in a dark and dankish vault at home<br/>
 There left me and my man, both bound together,<br/>
 Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,<br/>
 I gain'd my freedom and immediately<br/>
 Ran hither to your Grace, whom I beseech<br/>
 To give me ample satisfaction<br/>
 For these deep shames and great indignities.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him,<br/>
 That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 But had he such a chain of thee, or no?
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 He had, my lord, and when he ran in here<br/>
 These people saw the chain about his neck.
 </p>
 <p>MERCHANT.<br/>
 Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine<br/>
 Heard you confess you had the chain of him,<br/>
 After you first forswore it on the mart,<br/>
 And thereupon I drew my sword on you;<br/>
 And then you fled into this abbey here,<br/>
 From whence I think you are come by miracle.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I never came within these abbey walls,<br/>
 Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me.<br/>
 I never saw the chain, so help me heaven;<br/>
 And this is false you burden me withal.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why, what an intricate impeach is this!<br/>
 I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.<br/>
 If here you hous'd him, here he would have been.<br/>
 If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly.<br/>
 You say he din'd at home, the goldsmith here<br/>
 Denies that saying. Sirrah, what say you?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 He did, and from my finger snatch'd that ring.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 'Tis true, my liege, this ring I had of her.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 As sure, my liege, as I do see your grace.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.<br/>
 I think you are all mated, or stark mad.
 </p>
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 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Most mighty Duke, vouchsafe me speak a word;<br/>
 Haply I see a friend will save my life<br/>
 And pay the sum that may deliver me.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?<br/>
 And is not that your bondman Dromio?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Within this hour I was his bondman, sir,<br/>
 But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords.<br/>
 Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 I am sure you both of you remember me.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you.<br/>
 For lately we were bound as you are now.<br/>
 You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I never saw you in my life till now.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 O! grief hath chang'd me since you saw me last,<br/>
 And careful hours with time's deformed hand,<br/>
 Have written strange defeatures in my face.<br/>
 But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Neither.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Dromio, nor thou?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 No, trust me, sir, nor I.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 I am sure thou dost.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not, and whatsoever a man denies, you
 are now bound to believe him.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 Not know my voice! O time's extremity,<br/>
 Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue<br/>
 In seven short years that here my only son<br/>
 Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?<br/>
 Though now this grained face of mine be hid<br/>
 In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,<br/>
 And all the conduits of my blood froze up,<br/>
 Yet hath my night of life some memory,<br/>
 My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,<br/>
 My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.<br/>
 All these old witnesses, I cannot err,<br/>
 Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I never saw my father in my life.
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,<br/>
 Thou know'st we parted; but perhaps, my son,<br/>
 Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 The duke and all that know me in the city,<br/>
 Can witness with me that it is not so.<br/>
 I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years<br/>
 Have I been patron to Antipholus,<br/>
 During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa.<br/>
 I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
 </p>
 <p class="scenedesc"> Enter the <span class="charname">Abbess</span> with
 <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span> and <span class="charname">Dromio
 of Syracuse</span>.</p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Most mighty duke, behold a man much wrong'd.
 </p>
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 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 One of these men is <i>genius</i> to the other;<br/>
 And so of these, which is the natural man,<br/>
 And which the spirit? Who deciphers them?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I, sir, am Dromio, command him away.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I, sir, am Dromio, pray let me stay.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Egeon, art thou not? or else his ghost?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 O, my old master, who hath bound him here?
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds,<br/>
 And gain a husband by his liberty.<br/>
 Speak, old Egeon, if thou be'st the man<br/>
 That hadst a wife once called Emilia,<br/>
 That bore thee at a burden two fair sons.<br/>
 O, if thou be'st the same Egeon, speak,<br/>
 And speak unto the same Emilia!
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Why, here begins his morning story right:<br/>
 These two Antipholus', these two so like,<br/>
 And these two Dromios, one in semblance,<br/>
 Besides her urging of her wreck at sea.<br/>
 These are the parents to these children,<br/>
 Which accidentally are met together.<br/>
 </p>
 <p>EGEON.<br/>
 If I dream not, thou art Emilia.<br/>
 If thou art she, tell me where is that son<br/>
 That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 By men of Epidamnum, he and I<br/>
 And the twin Dromio, all were taken up;<br/>
 But, by and by, rude fishermen of Corinth<br/>
 By force took Dromio and my son from them,<br/>
 And me they left with those of Epidamnum.<br/>
 What then became of them I cannot tell;<br/>
 I to this fortune that you see me in.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Antipholus, thou cam'st from Corinth first?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 No, sir, not I, I came from Syracuse.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 Stay, stand apart, I know not which is which.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And I with him.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,<br/>
 Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 Which of you two did dine with me today?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I, gentle mistress.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 And are not you my husband?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 No, I say nay to that.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 And so do I, yet did she call me so;<br/>
 And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,<br/>
 Did call me brother. What I told you then,<br/>
 I hope I shall have leisure to make good,<br/>
 If this be not a dream I see and hear.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 That is the chain, sir, which you had of me.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 I think it be, sir. I deny it not.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.
 </p>
 <p>ANGELO.<br/>
 I think I did, sir. I deny it not.
 </p>
 <p>ADRIANA.<br/>
 I sent you money, sir, to be your bail<br/>
 By Dromio, but I think he brought it not.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 No, none by me.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 This purse of ducats I receiv'd from you,<br/>
 And Dromio my man did bring them me.<br/>
 I see we still did meet each other's man,<br/>
 And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,<br/>
 And thereupon these errors are arose.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 These ducats pawn I for my father here.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 It shall not need, thy father hath his life.
 </p>
 <p>COURTESAN.<br/>
 Sir, I must have that diamond from you.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 There, take it, and much thanks for my good cheer.
 </p>
 <p>ABBESS.<br/>
 Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains<br/>
 To go with us into the abbey here,<br/>
 And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes;<br/>
 And all that are assembled in this place,<br/>
 That by this sympathised one day's error<br/>
 Have suffer'd wrong, go, keep us company,<br/>
 And we shall make full satisfaction.<br/>
 Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail<br/>
 Of you, my sons, and till this present hour<br/>
 My heavy burden ne'er delivered.<br/>
 The duke, my husband, and my children both,<br/>
 And you, the calendars of their nativity,<br/>
 Go to a gossips' feast, and go with me.<br/>
 After so long grief, such nativity.
 </p>
 <p>DUKE.<br/>
 With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt except the two <span class="charname">Dromios</span>
 and two Brothers.</i>]
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Master, shall I fetch your stuff from shipboard?
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
 </p>
 <p>ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio.<br/>
 Come, go with us. We'll look to that anon.<br/>
 Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt <span class="charname">Antipholus of Syracuse</span>
 and <span class="charname">Antipholus of Ephesus</span>.</i>]</p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 There is a fat friend at your master's house,<br/>
 That kitchen'd me for you today at dinner.<br/>
 She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother.<br/>
 I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.<br/>
 Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 Not I, sir, you are my elder.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 That's a question, how shall we try it?
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.<br/>
 We'll draw cuts for the senior. Till then, lead thou first.
 </p>
 <p>DROMIO OF EPHESUS.<br/>
 Nay, then, thus:<br/>
 We came into the world like brother and brother,<br/>
 And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
 </p>
 <p class="right"> [<i>Exeunt.</i>]</p>
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