Cur. Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad, Else would he neuer so demeane himselfe, A Ring he hath of mine worth fortie Duckets, And for the same he promis'd me a Chaine, 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 owne doores being shut against his entrance. Belike his wife acquainted with his fits, On purpose shut the doores against his way: My way is now to hie home to his house, And tell his wife, that being Lunaticke, He rush'd into my house, and tooke perforce My Ring away. This course I fittest choose, For fortie Duckets is too much to loose. Enter Antipholus Ephes. with a Iailor. An. Feare me not man, I will not breake away, Ile giue thee ere I leaue thee so much money To warrant thee as I am rested for. My wife is in a wayward moode 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 eares. Enter Dromio Eph. with a ropes end. Heere comes my Man, I thinke he brings the monie. How now sir? Haue you that I sent you for? E.Dro. Here's that I warrant you will pay them all Anti. But where's the Money? E.Dro. Why sir, I gaue the Monie for the Rope Ant. Fiue hundred Duckets villaine for a rope? E.Dro. Ile serue you sir fiue hundred at the rate Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home? E.Dro. To a ropes end sir, and to that end am I return'd Ant. And to that end sir, I will welcome you Offi. Good sir be patient E.Dro. Nay 'tis for me to be patient, I am in aduersitie Offi. Good now hold thy tongue E.Dro. Nay, rather perswade him to hold his hands Anti. Thou whoreson senselesse Villaine E.Dro. I would I were senselesse sir, that I might not feele your blowes Anti. Thou art sensible in nothing but blowes, and so is an Asse E.Dro. I am an Asse indeede, you may prooue it by my long eares. I haue serued him from the houre of my Natiuitie to this instant, and haue nothing at his hands for my seruice but blowes. When I am cold, he heates me with beating: when I am warme, he cooles me with beating: I am wak'd with it when I sleepe, rais'd with it when I sit, driuen out of doores with it when I goe from home, welcom'd home with it when I returne, nay I beare it on my shoulders, as a begger woont her brat: and I thinke when he hath lam'd me, I shall begge with it from doore to doore. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtizan, and a Schoolemaster, call'd Pinch. Ant. Come goe along, my wife is comming yonder E.Dro. Mistris respice finem, respect your end, or rather the prophesie like the Parrat, beware the ropes end Anti. Wilt thou still talke? Beats Dro. Curt. How say you now? Is not your husband mad? Adri. His inciuility confirmes no lesse: Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Coniurer, Establish him in his true sence againe, And I will please you what you will demand