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I see my son Antipholus and Dromio.

E. Ant.

Justice, sweet prince, against that woman there!

She whom thou gav’st to me to be my wife;

That hath abused and dishonored me,

Even in the strength and height of injury:

Beyond imagination is the wrong

That she this day hath shameless thrown on me.

Duke.

Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.

E. Ant.

This day, great Duke, she shut the doors upon me,

While she with harlots feasted in my house.

Duke.

A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?

Adr.

No, my good lord. Myself, he, and my sister

To-day did dine together: so befall my soul

As this is false he burthens me withal!

Luc.

Ne’er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,

But she tells to your Highness simple truth!

Ang.

O perjur’d woman! They are both forsworn:

In this the madman justly chargeth them.

E. Ant.

My liege, I am advised what I say,

Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,

Nor heady-rash, provok’d with raging ire,

Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.

This woman lock’d me out this day from dinner;