wordlist 0.1.0

data/lib/wordlist/mutator.rb

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+module Wordlist
+  class Mutator
+
+    include Enumerable
+
+    # The pattern to match
+    attr_accessor :pattern
+
+    # The data to substitute matched text with
+    attr_accessor :substitute
+
+    #
+    # Creates a new Mutator with the specified _pattern_ and _substitute_
+    # data. If a _block_ is given, and the _substitute_ data is omitted, then
+    # the _block_ will be used to replace data matched by the _pattern_.
+    #
+    def initialize(pattern,substitute=nil,&block)
+      @pattern = pattern
+      @substitute = (substitute || block)
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Replaces the specified _matched_ data using the +substitute+, which
+    # may be either a String, Integer or Proc.
+    #
+    def replace(matched)
+      result = if @substitute.kind_of?(Proc)
+                 @substitute.call(matched)
+               else
+                 @substitute
+               end
+
+      result = if result.kind_of?(Integer)
+                 result.chr
+               else
+                 result.to_s
+               end
+
+      return result
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Performs every possible replacement of data, which matches the
+    # mutators +pattern+ using the replace method, on the specified _word_
+    # passing each variation to the given _block_.
+    #
+    def each(word)
+      choices = 0
+
+      # first iteration
+      yield(word.gsub(@pattern) { |matched|
+        # determine how many possible choices there are
+        choices = ((choices << 1) | 0x1)
+
+        replace(matched)
+      })
+
+      (choices - 1).downto(0) do |iteration|
+        bits = iteration
+
+        yield(word.gsub(@pattern) { |matched|
+          result = if ((bits & 0x1) == 0x1)
+                     replace(matched)
+                   else
+                     matched
+                   end
+
+          bits >>= 1
+          result
+        })
+      end
+
+      return word
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Inspects the mutator.
+    #
+    def inspect
+      "#{@pattern.inspect} -> #{@substitute.inspect}"
+    end
+
+  end
+end

data/lib/wordlist/parsers.rb

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+module Wordlist
+  module Parsers
+    def self.included(base)
+      base.module_eval do
+        # Ignore case of parsed text
+        attr_accessor :ignore_case
+
+        # Ignore the punctuation of parsed text
+        attr_accessor :ignore_punctuation
+
+        # Ignore URLs
+        attr_accessor :ignore_urls
+
+        # Ignore Phone numbers
+        attr_accessor :ignore_phone_numbers
+
+        # Ignore References
+        attr_accessor :ignore_references
+      end
+    end
+
+    def initialize
+      @ignore_case = false
+      @ignore_punctuation = true
+      @ignore_urls = true
+      @ignore_phone_numbers = false
+      @ignore_references = false
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Parses the specified _text_ and returns an Array of tokens.
+    #
+    def parse(text)
+      text = text.to_s
+
+      if @ignore_punctuation
+        # eat tailing punctuation
+        text.gsub!(/[\.\?!]*$/,'')
+      end
+
+      if @ignore_case
+        # downcase the sentence
+        text.downcase!
+      end
+
+      if @ignore_urls
+        text.gsub!(/\s*\w+:\/\/[\w\/\+_\-,:%\d\.\-\?&=]*\s*/,' ')
+      end
+
+      if @ignore_phone_numbers
+        # remove phone numbers
+        text.gsub!(/\s*(\d-)?(\d{3}-)?\d{3}-\d{4}\s*/,' ')
+      end
+
+      if @ignore_references
+        # remove RFC style references
+        text.gsub!(/\s*[\(\{\[]\d+[\)\}\]]\s*/,' ')
+      end
+
+      if @ignore_punctuation
+        # split and ignore punctuation characters
+        return text.scan(/\w+[\-_\.:']\w+|\w+/)
+      else
+        # split and accept punctuation characters
+        return text.scan(/[\w\-_,:;\.\?\!'"\\\/]+/)
+      end
+    end
+  end
+end

data/lib/wordlist/unique_filter.rb

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+require 'set'
+
+module Wordlist
+  class UniqueFilter
+
+    # CRC32 Hashes of words seen so far
+    attr_reader :seen
+
+    #
+    # Creates a new UniqueFilter object.
+    #
+    def initialize
+      @seen = {}
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Returns +true+ if the _word_ has been previously seen, returns
+    # +false+ otherwise.
+    #
+    def seen?(word)
+      length = word.length
+
+      (@seen.has_key?(length) && @seen[length].include?(crc32(word)))
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Marks the specified _word_ as seen and returns +true+. If the _word_
+    # has been previously been seen, +false+ will be returned.
+    #
+    def saw!(word)
+      length = word.length
+      crc = crc32(word)
+
+      if @seen.has_key?(length)
+        return false if @seen[length].include?(crc)
+        @seen[length] << crc
+      else
+        @seen[length] = SortedSet[crc]
+      end
+
+      return true
+    end
+
+    #
+    # Passes the specified _word_ through the unique filter, if the
+    # _word_ has not yet been seen, it will be passed to the given _block_.
+    #
+    def pass(word)
+      if saw!(word)
+        yield word
+      end
+
+      return nil
+    end
+
+    protected
+
+    #
+    # Returns the CRC32 checksum of the specified _word_.
+    #
+    def crc32(word)
+      r = 0xffffffff
+
+      word.each_byte do |b|
+        r ^= b
+        8.times { r = ((r >> 1) ^ (0xEDB88320 * (r & 1))) }
+      end
+
+      r ^ 0xffffffff
+    end
+
+  end
+end

data/lib/wordlist/version.rb

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+module Wordlist
+  # Word version
+  VERSION = '0.1.0'
+end

data/scripts/benchmark

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+#!/usr/bin/env ruby
+$LOAD_PATH.unshift(File.expand_path(File.join(File.dirname(__FILE__),'..','lib')))
+
+require 'wordlist/builder'
+require 'benchmark'
+require 'fileutils'
+
+path = File.expand_path(File.join(File.dirname(__FILE__),'shakespeare_wordlist.txt'))
+
+FileUtils.rm_f(path)
+
+Benchmark.bm do |bm|
+  bm.report('build:') do
+    Wordlist::Builder.build(path) do |wordlist|
+      wordlist.parse_file('/home/hal/shaks12.txt')
+    end
+  end
+end

data/scripts/text/comedy_of_errors.txt

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