ACT IV. SCENE 1  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 importun'd 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 DROMIO 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 discharg'd,   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 by me some token. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Fie, now you run this humour out of breath!   Come, where's the chain? I pray you let me see it. SECOND MERCHANT. My business cannot brook this dalliance.   Good sir, say whe'r 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 dar'st. 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 shall have law in Ephesus,   To your notorious shame, I doubt it not.  Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE, from the bay  DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Master, there's 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-vitx.   The ship is in her trim; the merry wind   Blows fair from land; they stay for nought at an   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 the 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 all but DROMIO DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. To Adriana! that is where we din'd,   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 2  The house of ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS  Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA  ADRIANA. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?   Might'st 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 mad'st 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-fac'd, 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 fairy, 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 dry-foot well;   One that, before the Judgment, 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:   Thus he unknown to me should be in debt.   Tell me, was he arrested on a band? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. 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 'a 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 3  The mart  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-apparell'd? 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 kill'd 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 rest   them; he, sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and give   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 mean'st an officer? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band;   that brings any man to answer it that breaks his band; on   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 ship puts forth to-night? May we be gone? DROMIO OF SYRACUSE. Why, sir, I brought you word an   hour since that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and   then were you hind'red by the sergeant, to tarry for the   boy 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 promis'd 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 promis'd,   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 promis'd 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 4  A street  Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS with 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 cars.  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 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   return'd. 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 OF EPHESUS. 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   wak'd with it when I sleep; rais'd with it when I sit; driven   out of doors with it when I go from home; welcom'd home   with it when I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders as   beggar wont her brat; and I think, when he hath lam'd me,   I shall beg with it from door to door.  Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the COURTEZAN, and a SCHOOLMASTER call'd PINCH  ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder. DROMIO OF EPHESUS. Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or   rather, to prophesy 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, hous'd 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 din'd at home,   Where would you had remain'd until this time,   Free from these slanders and this open shame! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Din'd 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 revil'd 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 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 receiv'd 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. ADRIANA. O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me. PINCH. More company! The fiend is strong within him.  Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives  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 bind DROMIO] 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 requir'd 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 ent'red in bond for you. ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. Out on thee, villian! 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, OFFICERS, 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 as fast as may be, frighted 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,   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