Luc. Alas how fiery, and how sharpe he lookes Cur. Marke, how he trembles in his extasie Pinch. Giue me your hand, and let mee feele your pulse Ant. There is my hand, and let it feele your eare Pinch. I charge thee Sathan, hous'd within this man, To yeeld possession to my holie praiers, And to thy state of darknesse hie thee straight, I coniure thee by all the Saints in heauen Anti. Peace doting wizard, peace; I am not mad Adr. Oh that thou wer't not, poore distressed soule Anti. You Minion you, are these your Customers? Did this Companion with the saffron face Reuell and feast it at my house to day, Whil'st vpon me the guiltie doores were shut, And I denied to enter in my house Adr. O husband, God doth know you din'd at home Where would you had remain'd vntill this time, Free from these slanders, and this open shame Anti. Din'd at home? Thou Villaine, what sayest thou? Dro. Sir sooth to say, you did not dine at home Ant. Were not my doores lockt vp, and I shut out? Dro. Perdie, your doores were lockt, and you shut out Anti. And did not she her selfe reuile me there? Dro. Sans Fable, she her selfe reuil'd you there Anti. Did not her Kitchen maide raile, taunt, and scorne me? Dro. Certis she did, the kitchin vestall scorn'd you Ant. And did not I in rage depart from thence? Dro. In veritie you did, my bones beares witnesse, That since haue felt the vigor of his rage Adr. Is't good to sooth him in these contraries? Pinch. It is no shame, the fellow finds his vaine, And yeelding to him, humors well his frensie Ant. Thou hast subborn'd the Goldsmith to arrest mee Adr. Alas, I sent you Monie to redeeme you, By Dromio heere, who came in hast for it Dro. Monie by me? Heart and good will you might, But surely Master not a ragge of Monie Ant. Wentst not thou to her for a purse of Duckets Adri. He came to me, and I deliuer'd it Luci. And I am witnesse with her that she did: Dro. God and the Rope-maker beare me witnesse, That I was sent for nothing but a rope Pinch. Mistris, both Man and Master is possest, I know it by their pale and deadly lookes, They must be bound and laide in some darke roome Ant. Say wherefore didst thou locke me forth to day, And why dost thou denie the bagge of gold? Adr. I did not gentle husband locke thee forth Dro. And gentle Mr I receiu'd no gold: But I confesse sir, that we were lock'd out Adr. Dissembling Villain, thou speak'st false in both Ant. Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all, And art confederate with a damned packe, To make a loathsome abiect scorne of me: But with these nailes, Ile plucke out these false eyes, That would behold in me this shamefull sport. Enter three or foure, and offer to binde him: Hee striues. Adr. Oh binde him, binde him, let him not come neere me Pinch. More company, the fiend is strong within him Luc. Aye me poore man, how pale and wan he looks