ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Wilt thou still talk?
[Beats him.]
COURTESAN.
How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
ADRIANA.
His incivility confirms no less.
Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer;
Establish him in his true sense again,
And I will please you what you will demand.
LUCIANA.
Alas, how fiery and how sharp he looks!
COURTESAN.
Mark how he trembles in his ecstasy.
PINCH.
Give me your hand, and let me feel your pulse.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.
PINCH.
I charge thee, Satan, hous’d within this man,
To yield possession to my holy prayers,
And to thy state of darkness hie thee straight.
I conjure thee by all the saints in heaven.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Peace, doting wizard, peace; I am not mad.