_Dro. E._ Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn’d you. _Ant. E._ And did not I in rage depart from thence? _Dro. E._ In verity you did; my bones bear witness, That since have felt the vigour of his rage. 75 _Adr._ 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. _Ant. E._ Thou hast suborn’d the goldsmith to arrest me. _Adr._ Alas, I sent you money to redeem you, 80 By Dromio here, who came in haste for it. _Dro. E._ Money by me! heart and good-will you might; But surely, master, not a rag of money. _Ant. E._ Went’st not thou to her for a purse of ducats? _Adr._ He came to me, and I deliver’d it. 85 _Luc._ And I am witness with her that she did. _Dro. E._ 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: 90 They must be bound, and laid in some dark room. _Ant. E._ Say, wherefore didst them lock me forth to-day? And why dost thou deny the bag of gold? _Adr._ I did not, gentle husband, lock thee forth. _Dro. E._ And, gentle master, I received no gold; 95 But I confess, sir, that we were lock’d out. _Adr._ Dissembling villain, them speak’st false in both. _Ant. E._ Dissembling harlot, them art false in all, And art confederate with a damned pack To make a loathsome abject scorn of me: 100 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._ _Adr._ O, bind him, bind him! let him not come near me. _Pinch._ More company! The fiend is strong within him. _Luc._ Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks! 105 _Ant. E._ What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou, I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them To make a rescue? _Off._ Masters, let him go: He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him. _Pinch._ Go bind this man, for he is frantic too. 110 [_They offer to bind Dro. E._ _Adr._ What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself? _Off._ He is my prisoner: if I let him go, The debt he owes will be required of me. 115 _Adr._ 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! 120 _Ant. E._ O most unhappy strumpet! _Dro. E._ Master, I am here entered in bond for you. _Ant. E._ Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?