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ANTIPHOLUS S.

Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.

DROMIO S.

‘Fly pride’, says the peacock. Mistress, that you know.
Exeunt Antipholus and Dromio.

COURT ESAN

Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself. [80]
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promised me a chain.
Both one and other he denies me now.
The reason that I gather he is mad,
Besides this present instance of his rage, [85]
Is a mad tale he told today at dinner
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits,
On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to hie home to his house, [90]
And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
He rushed into my house and took perforce
My ring away. This course I fittest choose,
For forty ducats is too much to lose.

Exit.

Scene IV IT

Enter Antipholus of Ephesus with [the] Jailer.

ANTIPHOLUS E.

Fear me not, man. I will not break away.
I’ll give thee ere I leave thee so much money
To warrant thee as I am ’rested for.
My wife is in a wayward mood today,
And will not lightly trust the messenger [5]
That I should be attached in Ephesus.
I tell you, ’twill sound harshly in her ears.

Enter Dromio of Ephesus, with a rope’s end.
Here comes my man. I think he brings the money.