The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.
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Enter the Merchant and the Goldsmith.
1465But I protest he had the Chaine of me,
¶Of credit infinite, highly belou'd,
1470Second to none that liues heere in the Citie:
¶His word might beare my wealth at any time.
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Enter Antipholus and Dromio againe.
¶Signior Antipholus, I wonder much
¶That you would put me to this shame and trouble,
¶This Chaine, which now you weare so openly.
¶You haue done wrong to this my honest friend,
¶This Chaine you had of me, can you deny it?
¶Ant. I thinke I had, I neuer did deny it.
¶Fie on thee wretch, 'tis pitty that thou liu'st
¶Ant. Thou art a Villaine to impeach me thus,
¶Ile proue mine honor, and mine honestie
¶Mar. I dare and do defie thee for a villaine.
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They draw. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, & others.
¶Some get within him, take his sword away:
1500Binde Dromio too, and beare them to my house.
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Exeunt to the Priorie.
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Enter Ladie Abbesse.
1505Ab. Be quiet people, wherefore throng you hither?
¶Let vs come in, that we may binde him fast,
¶And beare him home for his recouerie.
¶Gold. I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
¶And much different from the man he was:
1515Ne're brake into extremity of rage.
¶Stray'd his affection in vnlawfull loue,
¶A sinne preuailing much in youthfull men,
1520Who giue their eies the liberty of gazing.
¶Namely, some loue that drew him oft from home.
¶Ab. I but not rough enough.
¶Ab. Haply in priuate.
1530Ab. I, but not enough.
¶Adr. It was the copie of our Conference.
¶In bed he slept not for my vrging it,
¶At boord he fed not for my vrging it:
¶Alone, it was the subiect of my Theame:
1535In company I often glanced it:
¶Still did I tell him, it was vilde and bad.
¶Ab. And thereof came it, that the man was mad.
¶The venome clamors of a iealous woman,
¶Poisons more deadly then a mad dogges tooth.
¶And thereof comes it that his head is light.
¶Vnquiet meales make ill digestions,
¶Thereof the raging fire of feauer bred,
¶Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
¶But moodie and dull melancholly,
1550And at her heeles a huge infectious troope
¶Of pale distemperatures, and foes to life?
¶The consequence is then, thy iealous fits
¶Luc. She neuer reprehended him but mildely,
¶When he demean'd himselfe, rough, rude, and wildly,
¶Adri. She did betray me to my owne reproofe,
1560Good people enter, and lay hold on him.
¶And it shall priuiledge him from your hands,
1565Till I haue brought him to his wits againe,
¶And will haue no atturney but my selfe,
1570And therefore let me haue him home with me.
¶Till I haue vs'd the approoued meanes I haue,
¶To make of him a formall man againe:
1575It is a branch and parcell of mine oath,
¶A charitable dutie of my order,
¶Therefore depart, and leaue him heere with me.
¶Luc. Complaine vnto the Duke of this indignity.
¶And neuer rise vntill my teares and prayers
1585Haue won his grace to come in person hither,
¶Mar. By this I thinke the Diall points at fiue:
¶Comes this way to the melancholly vale;
1590The place of depth, and sorrie execution,
¶Behinde the ditches of the Abbey heere.
¶Who put vnluckily into this Bay
1595Against the Lawes and Statutes of this Towne,
¶Beheaded publikely for his offence.
¶Gold. See where they come, we wil behold his death
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Enter the Duke of Ephesus, and the Merchant of Siracuse
¶Duke. Yet once againe proclaime it publikely,
¶If any friend will pay the summe for him,
¶Duke. She is a vertuous and a reuerend Lady,
¶It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.
¶Who I made Lord of me, and all I had,
1610At your important Letters this ill day,
¶With him his bondman, all as mad as he,
¶Rings, Iewels, any thing his rage did like.
¶Once did I get him bound, and sent him home,
¶Whil'st to take order for the wrongs I went,
¶That heere and there his furie had committed,
¶He broke from those that had the guard of him,
¶And with his mad attendant and himselfe,
¶Met vs againe, and madly bent on vs
1625Chac'd vs away: till raising of more aide
¶We came againe to binde them: then they fled
¶Into this Abbey, whether we pursu'd them,
¶And will not suffer vs to fetch him out,
1630Nor send him forth, that we may beare him hence.
¶Therefore most gracious Duke with thy command,
¶Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for helpe.
¶And I to thee ingag'd a Princes word,
¶To do him all the grace and good I could.
¶Go some of you, knocke at the Abbey gate,
¶I will determine this before I stirre.
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Enter a Messenger.
¶Beaten the Maids a-row, and bound the Doctor,
1645And euer as it blaz'd, they threw on him
¶Great pailes of puddled myre to quench the haire;
¶My Mr preaches patience to him, and the while
¶His man with Cizers nickes him like a foole:
1650Betweene them they will kill the Coniurer.
1655He cries for you, and vowes if he can take you,
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Cry within.
¶Harke, harke, I heare him Mistris: flie, be gone.
1660Halberds.
band: witnesse you,
¶That he is borne about inuisible,
¶Euen now we hous'd him in the Abbey heere.
1665
Enter Antipholus, and E.Dromio of Ephesus.
¶When I bestrid thee in the warres, and tooke
¶She whom thou gau'st to me to be my wife;
¶Euen in the strength and height of iniurie:
¶Beyond imagination is the wrong
¶vpon me,
¶As this is false he burthens me withall.
1690In this the Madman iustly chargeth them.
¶Neither disturbed with the effect of Wine,
¶Nor headie-rash prouoak'd with raging ire,
¶Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
1695This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner;
¶That Goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
¶Who parted with me to go fetch a Chaine,
¶Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
1700Where Balthasar and I did dine together.
¶Our dinner done, and he not comming thither,
¶And in his companie that Gentleman.
1705That I this day of him receiu'd the Chaine,
¶Which God he knowes, I saw not. For the which,
¶He did arrest me with an Officer.
¶For certaine Duckets: he with none return'd.
1710Then fairely I bespoke the Officer
¶Of vilde Confederates: Along with them
¶They brought one Pinch, a hungry leane-fac'd Villaine;
1715A meere Anatomie, a Mountebanke,
¶A thred-bare Iugler, and a Fortune-teller,
¶A needy-hollow-ey'd-sharpe-looking-wretch;
¶A liuing dead man. This pernicious slaue,
¶Forsooth tooke on him as a Coniurer:
1720And gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
¶And with no-face (as 'twere) out-facing me,
¶They fell vpon me, bound me, bore me thence,
¶And in a darke and dankish vault at home
1725There left me and my man, both bound together,
¶Till gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
¶I gain'd my freedome; and immediately
¶Ran hether to your Grace, whom I beseech
¶Gold. My Lord, in truth, thus far I witnes with him:
¶That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out.
¶Gold. He had my Lord, and when he ran in heere,
¶And thereupon I drew my sword on you:
1740And then you fled into this Abbey heere,
¶From whence I thinke you are come by Miracle.
1745And this is false you burthen me withall.
¶Duke. Why what an intricate impeach is this?
¶I thinke you all haue drunke of Circes cup:
¶If heere you hous'd him, heere he would haue bin.
¶If he were mad, he would not pleade so coldly:
¶E.Dro. Sir he din'de with her there, at the Porpen-
¶tine.
1755E.Anti. Tis true (my Liege) this Ring I had of her.
¶ther.
1760I thinke you are all mated, or starke mad.
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Exit one to the Abbesse.
¶And pay the sum that may deliuer me.
¶And is not that your bondman Dromio?
¶But he I thanke him gnaw'd in two my cords,
1770Now am I Dromio, and his man, vnbound.
¶For lately we were bound as you are now.
¶You are not Pinches patient, are you sir?
¶me well.
¶And carefull houres with times deformed hand,
1780Haue written strange defeatures in my face:
¶But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
¶Ant. Neither.
¶Fat. Dromio, nor thou?
¶euer a man denies, you are now bound to beleeue him.
¶Fath. Not know my voice, oh times extremity
¶Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares?
¶Though now this grained face of mine be hid
¶And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp:
1795Yet hath my night of life some memorie:
¶My dull deafe eares a little vse to heare:
¶Tell me, thou art my sonne Antipholus.
¶Ant. The Duke, and all that know me in the City,
¶Haue I bin Patron to Antipholus,
1810I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
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Enter the Abbesse with Antipholus Siracusa,
¶and Dromio Sir.
¶wrong'd.
1815
All gather to see them.
¶And which the spirit? Who deciphers them?
1820S.Dromio. I Sir am Dromio, command him away.
¶heere?
¶And gaine a husband by his libertie:
¶Speake olde Egeon, if thou bee'st the man
¶That hadst a wife once call'd Aemilia,
¶That bore thee at a burthen two faire sonnes?
¶Which accidentally are met together.
¶Fa. If I dreame not, thou art Aemilia,
1840That floated with thee on the fatall rafte.
¶Abb. By men of Epidamium, he, and I,
¶And the twin Dromio, all were taken vp;
¶But by and by, rude Fishermen of Corinth
¶By force tooke Dromio, and my sonne from them,
1845And me they left with those of Epidamium.
¶What then became of them, I cannot tell:
¶I, to this fortune that you see mee in.
¶E.Dro. And I with him.
¶Warriour,
1855Duke Menaphon your most renowned Vnckle.
¶Adr. Which of you two did dine with me to day?
¶Did call me brother. What I told you then,
¶If this be not a dreame I see and heare.
¶mee.
¶By Dromio, but I thinke he brought it not.
¶E.Dro. No, none by me.
¶And Dromio my man did bring them me:
¶And I was tane for him, and he for me,
¶E.Ant. There take it, and much thanks for my good
¶cheere.
¶To go with vs into the Abbey heere,
¶That by this simpathized one daies error
¶Haue suffer'd wrong. Goe, keepe vs companie,
1890Thirtie three yeares haue I but gone in trauaile
¶My heauie burthen are deliuered:
¶The Duke my husband, and my children both,
¶And you the Kalenders of their Natiuity,
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Exeunt omnes. Manet the two Dromio's and
¶two Brothers.
¶Come go with vs, wee'l looke to that anon,
1905Embrace thy brother there, reioyce with him.
Exit
¶That kitchin'd me for you to day at dinner:
¶S.Dro. Wee'l draw Cuts for the Signior, till then,
1915lead thou first.
¶E.Dro. Nay then thus:
¶We came into the world like brother and brother:
¶And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
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Exeunt.
