Abb. No, not a creature enter in my house. Adr. I will attend my husband, be his nurse, And therefore let me have him home with me. It is a branch and parcel of mine oath, Therefore depart, and leave him here with me. Adr. I will not hence, and leave my husband here; And ill it doth befeem your holiness To separate the husband and the wife. Abb. Be quiet and depart, thou fhalt not have him. Luc. Complain unto the Duke of this indignity. [Exit Abbels. Adr. Come, go; I will fall proftrate at his feet, And never rife, until my tears and prayers Have won his Grace to come in person hither; And take perforce my husband from the Abbefs. Mer. By this, I think, the dial points at five: Anon, I'm fure, the Duke himself in perfon Comes this way to the melancholy vale; The place of death and forry execution, Behind the ditches of the abbey here. Ang. Upon what cause ? Mer. To fee a reverend Syracufan merchant, Who put unluckily into this bay Against the laws and ftatutes of this town, Beheaded publickly for his offence. Ang. See, where they come; we will behold his death. Luc. Kneel to the Duke, before he pass the abbey. Enter Enter the Duke, and Ægeon bare-headed; with the Duke. Yet once again proclaim it publickly, Adr. Juftice, moft facred Duke, against the Abbefs. (Whom I made lord of me and all I had, By rushing in their houses; bearing thence He broke from thofe, that had the guard of him: Nor fend him forth, that we may bear him hence. (When thou didst make him mafter of thy bed,) And And bid the lady Abbefs come to me. I will determine this, before I ftir. Enter a Meffenger: Me: O mistress, miftrefs, fhift and fave your felf; Great pails of puddled mire to quench the hair; Adr. Peace, fool, thy mafter and his man are here, And that is falfe, thou doft report to us. Me. Miftrefs, upon my life, I tell you true; I have not breath'd almoft, fince I did fee it. He crys for you, and vows if he can take you, To fcorch your face, and to disfigure you. [Cry within. Hark, hark, I hear him, miftrefs; fly, be gone. Duke. Come, ftand by me, fear nothing: guard with halberds. Adr: Ay me, it is my husband; witness you, That he is borne about invifible! Ev'n now we hous'd him in the abbey here, Enter Antipholis, and Dromio of Ephefus. E. Ant. Juftice, moft gracious Duke, oh, grant me juftice. Even for the fervice that long fince I did thee, When I beftrid thee in the wars, and took Deep fears to fave thy life, even for the blood That then I loft for thee, now grant me juftice. Egeon. Unless the fear of death doth make me dote, I fee my fon Antipholis, and Dromio. E. Ant. Juftice, fweet Prince, against that woman there: She whom thou gav't to me to be my wife; That hath abused and difhonour'd me, Ev'n in the strength and height of injury. Beyond imagination is the wrong, That the this day hath fhameless thrown on me. Whilft the with harlots feafted in my house. Duke. A grievous fault; fay, woman, didft thou fo? Adr. No, my good lord: myfelf, he, and my fifter, To day did dine together: fo befal my foul, As this is falfe, he burthens me withal! Luc. Ne'er may I look on day, nor fleep on night, But fhe tells to your highness fimple truth! Ang. O perjur'd woman! they are both forfworn. E. Ant. My Liege, I am advised, what I fay. There did this perjur'd goldfmith fwear me down, Which, God he knows, I faw not; for the which, I did obey, and fent my peasant home For certain ducats; he with none return'd.. To go in perfon with me to my house. By th' way we met my wife, her fifter, and They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-fac'd villain, A A thread bare juggler, and a fortune-teller, There left me and my man, both bound together; Ran hither to your Grace; whom I beseech For thefe deep fhames and great indignities. Ang. My lord, in truth, thus far I witness with him; That he din'd not at home, but was lock'd out. Duke. But had he fuch a chain of thee, or no? Mer. Befides, I will be fworn, these ears of mine After you firft forfwore it on the mart; From whence, I think, you're come by miracle. Duke. Why, what an intricate impeach is this? E. Dro. Sir, he din'd with her there, at the Porcupine. Cour |