PINCH.
More company; the fiend is strong within him.
LUCIANA.
Ay me, poor man, how pale and wan he looks!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
What, will you murder me? Thou jailer, thou,
I am thy prisoner. Wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue?
OFFICER.
Masters, let him go.
He is my prisoner, and you shall not have him.
PINCH.
Go, bind this man, for he is frantic too.
ADRIANA.
What wilt thou do, thou peevish officer?
Hast thou delight to see a wretched man
Do outrage and displeasure to himself?
OFFICER.
He is my prisoner. If I let him go,
The debt he owes will be requir’d of me.
ADRIANA.
I will discharge thee ere I go from thee;
Bear me forthwith unto his creditor,
And knowing how the debt grows, I will pay it.
Good master doctor, see him safe convey’d
Home to my house. O most unhappy day!
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
O most unhappy strumpet!
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Master, I am here enter’d in bond for you.