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DROMIO E.
Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Were not my doors locked up, and I shut out?
DROMIO E.
Perdie, your doors were locked, and you shut out.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
And did not she herself revile me there?
DROMIO E.
Sans fable, she herself reviled you there. [70]
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?
DROMIO E.
Certes she did. The kitchen vestal scorned you.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
And did not I in rage depart from thence?
DROMIO E.
In verity you did. My bones bears witness,
That since have felt the vigour of his rage. [75]
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 E.
Thou has suborned the goldsmith to arrest me.
ADRIANA
