ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE.
Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Fly pride, says the peacock. Mistress, that you know.
[Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse.]
COURTESAN.
Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promis’d 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,
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,
And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
He rush’d 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. The same
Enter Antipholus of Ephesus with an Officer.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
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
That I should be attach’d 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.
How now, sir! have you that I sent you for?