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Duke.

Yet once again proclaim it publicly,

If any friend will pay the sum for him,

He shall not die, so much we tender him.

Adr.

Justice, most sacred Duke, against the Abbess!

Duke.

She is a virtuous and a reverend lady,

It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.

Adr.

May it please your Grace, Antipholus my husband,

Who I made lord of me and all I had,

At your important letters—this ill day

A most outrageous fit of madness took him,

That desp’rately he hurried through the street—

With him his bondman, all as mad as he—

Doing displeasure to the citizens

By rushing in their houses, bearing thence

Rings, jewels, any thing his rage did like.

Once did I get him bound, and sent him home,

Whilst to take order for the wrongs I went,

That here and there his fury had committed.

Anon, I wot not by what strong escape,

He broke from those that had the guard of him,

And with his mad attendant and himself,

Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,

Met us again, and madly bent on us

Chas’d us away; till raising of more aid,