ACT IV - Scene IV

A street

Enter ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS with the OFFICER

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?

Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.

But where's the money?

Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.

Five hundred ducats, villain, for rope?

I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.

To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?

To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I
return'd.

And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

[Beating him]

Good sir, be patient.

Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.

Good now, hold thy tongue.

Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

I would I were senseless, sir, that I
might not feel your blows.

Thou art sensible in nothing but
blows, and so is an ass.

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

Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
rather, to prophesy like the parrot, 'Beware the rope's-end.'

Wilt thou still talk?

[Beating him]

How say you now? Is not your husband mad?

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.

Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!

Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy.

Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.

There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

[Striking him]

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.

Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.

O, that thou wert not, poor distressed soul!

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?

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!

Din'd at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?

Sir, Sooth to say, you did not dine at home.

Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?

Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.

And did not she herself revile me there?

Sans fable, she herself revil'd you there.

Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?

Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.

And did not I in rage depart from thence?

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

Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?

It is no shame; the fellow finds his vein,
And, yielding to him, humours well his frenzy.

Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.

Alas, I sent you money to redeem you,
By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.

Money by me! Heart and goodwill you might,
But surely, master, not a rag of money.

Went'st not thou to her for purse of ducats?

He came to me, and I deliver'd it.

And I am witness with her that she did.

God and the rope-maker bear me witness
That I was sent for nothing but a rope!

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.

Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?

I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth.

And, gentle master, I receiv'd no gold;
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.

Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.

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.

O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me.

More company! The fiend is strong within him.

Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives

Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!

What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
I am thy prisoner. Wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue?

Masters, let him go;
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.

Go bind this man, for he is frantic too.

[They bind DROMIO]

What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?

He is my prisoner; if I let him go,
The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.

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!

O most unhappy strumpet!

Master, I am here ent'red in bond for you.

Out on thee, villian! Wherefore dost thou mad me?

Will you be bound for nothing?
Be mad, good master; cry 'The devil!'

God help, poor souls, how idly do they talk!

Go bear him hence. Sister, go you with me.

Exeunt all but ADRIANA, LUCIANA, OFFICERS, and COURTEZAN