h the perplexities this
likeness had brought upon him. The chain which the goldsmith had given
him was about his neck, and the goldsmith was reproaching him for
denying that he had it, and refusing to pay for it, and Antipholus was
protesting that the goldsmith freely gave him the chain in the morning,
and that from that hour he had never seen the goldsmith again.

And now Adriana came up to him and claimed him as her lunatic husband,
who had escaped from his keepers; and the men she brought with her were
going to lay violent hands on Antipholus and Dromio; but they ran into
the convent, and Antipholus begged the abbess to give him shelter in her
house.

And now came out the lady abbess herself to inquire into the cause of
this disturbance. She was a grave and venerable lady, and wise to judge
of what she saw, and she would not too hastily give up the man who had
sought protection in her house; so she strictly questioned the wife
about the story she told of her husband's madness, and she said, "What
is the cause of this sudden distemper of your husband's? Has he lost his
wealth at sea? Or is it the death of some dear friend that has disturbed
his mind?" Adriana replied, that no such things as these had been the
cause. "Perhaps," said the abbess, "he has fixed his affections on some
other lady than you his wife; and that has driven him to this state."
Adriana said she had long thought the love of some other lady was the
cause of his frequent absences from home. Now it was not his love for
another, but the teasing jealousy of his wife's temper, that often
obliged Antipholus to leave his home; and (the abbess suspecting this
from the vehemence of Adriana's manner) to learn the truth, she said,
"You should have reprehended him for this."--"Why, so I did," replied
Adriana. "Ay," said the abbess, "but perhaps not enough." Adriana,
willing to convince the abbess that she had said enough to Antipholus
on this subject, replied, "It was the constant subject of our
conversation: in bed I would not let him sleep for speaking of it. At
table I would not let him eat for speaking of it. When I was alone with
him, I talked of nothing else; and in company I gave him frequent hints
of it. Still all my talk was how vile and bad it was in him to love any
lady better than me."

The lady abbess, having drawn this full confession from the jealous
Adriana, now said, "And therefore comes it that your husband is mad. The
venomous clamour of a