DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Certes, she did, the kitchen-vestal scorn’d you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
And did not I in rage depart from thence?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
In verity, you did; my bones bear witness,
That since have felt the vigour of his rage.
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 OF EPHESUS.
Thou hast suborn’d the goldsmith to arrest me.
ADRIANA.
Alas! I sent you money to redeem you
By Dromio here, who came in haste for it.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Money by me? Heart and goodwill you might,
But surely, master, not a rag of money.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Went’st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?
ADRIANA.
He came to me, and I deliver’d it.