[They draw.]
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtesan and others.
ADRIANA.
Hold, hurt him not, for God’s sake, he is mad.
Some get within him, take his sword away.
Bind Dromio too, and bear them to my house.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Run, master, run, for God’s sake, take a house.
This is some priory; in, or we are spoil’d.
[Exeunt Antipholus of Syracuse and Dromio of Syracuse to the priory.]
Enter Lady Abbess.
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
And bear him home for his recovery.
ANGELO.
I knew he was not in his perfect wits.
MERCHANT.
I am sorry now that I did draw on him.