S._ 'Fly pride,' says the peacock: mistress, that you know.

[_Exeunt Ant. S. and Dro. S._ 75

_Cour._ Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
Else would he never so demean himself.
A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats,
And for the same he promised me a chain:
Both one and other he denies me now. 80
The reason that I gather he is mad,--
Besides this present instance of his rage,--
Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner,
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits, 85
On purpose shut the doors against his way.
My way is now to his home to his house,
And tell his wife that, being lunatic,
He rush'd into my house, and took perforce
My ring away. This course I fittest choose; 90
For forty ducats is too much to lose. [_Exit._

NOTES: IV, 3.

SCENE III.] SCENE V. Pope.
13: _What, have_] Pope. _What have_ Ff.
_got_] _got rid of_ Theobald. _not_ Anon. conj.
16: _calf's skin_] _calves-skin_ Ff.
22: _sob_] _fob_ Rowe. _bob_ Hanmer. _sop_ Dyce conj.
_stop_ Grant White.
_'rests_] Warburton. _rests_ Ff.
25: _morris_] _Moris_ Ff. _Maurice_ Hanmer (Warburton).
28: _band_] _bond_ Rowe.
29: _says_] Capell. _saies_ F1. _saieth_ F2. _saith_ F3 F4.
32: _ship_] F2 F3 F4. _ships_ F1.
34: _put_] _puts_ Pope.
40: SCENE VI. Pope.
44-62: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
47-49: _and ... wench.'_] Marked as spurious by Capell, MS.
48, 49: _as much_] _as much as_ Pope.
54: _me? ... here?_] _me, ... here?_ Ff. _me? ... here._ Steevens.
55: _if you do, expect_] F2 F3 F4. _if do expect_ F1.
_or_] om. Rowe. _so_ Capell. _either stay away, or_ Malone conj.
_and_ Ritson conj. _Oh!_ Anon. conj.
60: _then_] F1 F2 F3. _thou_ F4. _thee_ Dyce.
61: _are all_] _all are_ Boswell.
66-71: Printed as prose by Ff, as verse by Capell, ending the
third line at _covetous_.
75: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope.
76: SCENE VII. Pope.
84: _doors_] _door_ Johnson.

_SCENE IV. A street._

_Enter _ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus_ and the _Officer_._

_Ant. E._ 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. 5
That I should be attach'd