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. Perdy, 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 a 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 today, 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. [_Enter three or four, and offer to bind him. He strives. _] ADRIANA. O, bind him, bind him; let him not come near me. PINCH. More company; the fiend is strong within him. LUCIANA. Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS. What, will you murder me? Thou jailer, 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. 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.