Page 1719 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

ABBESS

Be quiet, people. Wherefore throng you hither?

ADRIANA

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.

ANGELO

I knew he was not in his perfect wits.

SECOND MERCHANT

I am sorry now that I did draw on him.

ABBESS

How long hath this possession held the man?

ADRIANA

This week he hath been heavy, sour, sad, [45]
And much, much different from the man he was.
But till this afternoon his passion
Ne’er brake into extremity of rage.

ABBESS

Hath he not lost much wealth by wrack of sea?
Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye [50]
Strayed 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?

ADRIANA

To none of these except it be the last, [55]
Namely some love that drew him oft from home.

ABBESS

You should for that have reprehended him.

ADRIANA

Why, so I did.