Page 1713 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Dissembling villain, thou speak’st false in both.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all,
And art confederate with a damnèd 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.
ADRIANA
O, bind him, bind him, let him not come near me!
Enter three or four and offer to bind him. He strives.
PINCH
More company! The fiend is strong within him.
LUCIANA
Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks. [105]
ANTIPHOLUS E.
What, will you murder me? Thou, jailer, thou,
I am thy prisoner; wilt thou suffer them,
To make a rescue?
JAILER
Masters, let him go.
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
PINCH
Go bind his man, for he is frantic too. [110]
[Dromio is bound.]
ADRIANA
What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
JAILER
He is my prisoner. If I let him go,
