_Ang._ ’Tis so; and that self chain about his neck, 10 Which he forswore most monstrously to have. Good sir, draw near to me, I’ll speak to him; Signior Antipholus, I wonder much That you would put me to this shame and trouble; And, not without some scandal to yourself, 15 With circumstance and oaths so to deny This chain which now you wear so openly: Beside the charge, the shame, imprisonment, You have done wrong to this my honest friend; Who, but for staying on our controversy, 20 Had hoisted sail and put to sea to-day: This chain you had of me; can you deny it? _Ant. S._ I think I had; I never did deny it. _Sec. Mer._ Yes, that you did, sir, and forswore it too. _Ant. S._ Who heard me to deny it or forswear it? 25 _Sec. Mer._ These ears of mine, thou know’st, did hear thee. Fie on thee, wretch! ’tis pity that thou livest To walk where any honest men resort. _Ant. S._ Thou art a villain to impeach me thus: I’ll prove mine honour and mine honesty 30 Against thee presently, if thou darest stand. _Sec. Mer._ I dare, and do defy thee for a villain. [_They draw._ _Enter ADRIANA, LUCIANA, the _Courtezan_, and others._ _Adr._ Hold, hurt him not, for God’s sake! he is mad. Some get within him, take his sword away: Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house. 35 _Dro. S._ Run, master, run; for God’s sake, take a house! This is some priory.--In, or we are spoil’d! [_Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro. S. to the Priory._ _Enter the _Lady Abbess_._ _Abb._ Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither? _Adr._ To fetch my poor distracted husband hence. Let us come in, that we may bind him fast, 40 And bear him home for his recovery. _Ang._ I knew he was not in his perfect wits. _Sec. Mer._ I am sorry now that I did draw on him. _Abb._ How long hath this possession held the man? _Adr._ This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, 45 And much different from the man he was; But till this afternoon his passion Ne’er brake into extremity of rage. _Abb._ Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea? Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye 50 Stray’d his affection in unlawful love? A sin prevailing much in youthful men, Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing. Which of these sorrows is he subject to? _Adr._ To none of these, except it be the last; 55 Namely, some love that drew him oft from home. _Abb._ You should for that have reprehended him. _Adr._ Why, so I did. _Abb._ Ay, but not rough enough. _Adr._ As roughly as my modesty would let me. _Abb._ Haply, in private. _Adr._ And in assemblies too. 60 _Abb._ Ay, but not enough.