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      Therefore, most gracious Duke, with thy command

      Let him be brought forth, and borne hence for help.

       Duke.

      Long since thy husband serv’d me in my wars,

      And I to thee engag’d 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 Messenger.

       [Mess.]

      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 sing’d off with brands of fire,

      And ever as it blaz’d, they threw on him

      Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair;

      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.

       Adr.

      Peace, fool, thy master and his man are here,

      And that is false thou dost report to us.

       Mess.

      Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;

      I have not breath’d 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.

      Come stand by me, fear nothing. Guard with halberds!

       Adr.

      Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,

      That he is borne about invisible:

      Even now we hous’d him in the abbey here,

      And now he’s there, past thought of human reason.

       Enter Antipholus [of Ephesus] and Dromio of Ephesus.

       E. Ant.

      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.

       Ege.

      Unless the fear of death doth make me dote,

      I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.

       E. Ant.

      Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!

      She whom thou gav’st to me to be my wife;

      That hath abused and dishonored me,

      Even in the strength and height of injury:

      Beyond imagination is the wrong

      That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.

       Duke.

      Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.

       E. Ant.

      This day, great Duke, she shut the doors upon me,

      While she with harlots feasted in my house.

       Duke.

      A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?

       Adr.

      No, my good lord. Myself, he, and my sister

      To-day did dine together: so befall my soul

      As this is false he burthens me withal!

       Luc.

      Ne’er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,

      But she tells to your Highness simple truth!

       Ang.

      O perjur’d woman! They are both forsworn:

      In this the madman justly chargeth them.

       E. Ant.

      My liege, I am advised what I say,

      Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,

      Nor heady-rash, provok’d 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 perjur’d goldsmith swear me down

      That I this day of him receiv’d 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 th’ way we met

      My wife, her sister, and a rabble more

      Of vild confederates. Along with them

      They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac’d villain,

      A mere anatomy, a mountebank,

      A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,

      A needy, hollow-ey’d, sharp-looking wretch,

      A living dead 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,

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