Comedy Of Errors

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
 
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
 
DROMIO OF EPHESUS


In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
 
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?
 
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?
 
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.
 
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