Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark'd?

There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer.

These ducats pawn I for my father here.

And you, sir, for this chain arrested me.

No; I say nay to that.

Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.

I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,--

The duke and all that know me in the city
Can witness with me that it is not so
I ne'er saw Syracusa in my life.

I never saw my father in my life.

Neither.

'Tis true, my liege; this ring I had of her.

I never came within these abbey-walls,
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
And this is false you burden me withal.

My liege, I am advised what I say,
Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
Could ...

This day, great duke, she shut the doors upon me,
While she with harlots feasted in my house.

Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!
She whom thou gavest to me to be my wife,
That hath abused and dishonour'd me
Even in the strength and height of injury!
Beyond imagination is the wrong
That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.

Justice, most gracious duke, O, grant me justice!
Even for the service that long since I did thee,
When I bestrid thee in the wars and took
Deep scars to save thy life; even for the blood
That then I lost for thee, now grant me justice.

Out on thee, villain! wherefore dost thou mad me?

O most unhappy strumpet!

What, will you murder me? Thou gaoler, thou,
I am thy prisoner: wilt thou suffer them
To make a rescue?

Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack
To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
That would behold in me this shameful sport.

Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?

Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?

Thou hast suborn'd the goldsmith to arrest me.

And did not I in rage depart from thence?

Did not her kitchen-maid rail, taunt, and scorn me?

And did not she herself revile me there?

Were not my doors lock'd up and I shut out?

Dined at home! Thou villain, what sayest thou?

You minion, you, are these your customers?
Did this companion with the saffron face
Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
And I denied to enter in my house?

Peace, doting wizard, peace! I am not mad.

There is my hand, and let it feel your ear.

Wilt thou still talk?

Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.

Thou whoreson, senseless villain!

And to that end, sir, I will welcome you.

To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?

Five hundred ducats, villain, for a rope?

But where's the money?

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 to-day,
And will not lightly trust the messenger
That I should be attach'd in ...

I will debate this matter at more leisure
And teach your ears to list me with more heed.
To Adriana, villain, hie thee straight:
Give her this key, and tell her, in the desk
That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry,
There is a purse of ducats; let ...

Thou drunken slave, I sent thee for a rope;
And told thee to what purpose and what end.

How now! a madman! Why, thou peevish sheep,
What ship of Epidamnum stays for me?

I do obey thee till I give thee bail.
But, sirrah, you shall buy this sport as dear
As all the metal in your shop will answer.

Consent to pay thee that I never had!
Arrest me, foolish fellow, if thou darest.

You gave me none: you wrong me much to say so.

I owe you none till I receive the chain.

I answer you! what should I answer you?

Fie, now you run this humour out of breath,
where's the chain? I pray you, let me see it.

Why, give it to my wife and fetch your money.

Good Lord! you use this dalliance to excuse
Your breach of promise to the Porpentine.
I should have chid you for not bringing it,
But, like a shrew, you first begin to brawl.