Enter Antipholus Siracusia with his Rapier drawne, and Dromio Sirac.
Luc. God for thy mercy, they are loose againe
Adr. And come with naked swords, Let's call more helpe to haue them bound againe.
Runne all out.
Off. Away, they'l kill vs.
Exeunt. omnes, as fast as may be, frighted.
S.Ant. I see these Witches are affraid of swords
S.Dro. She that would be your wife, now ran from you
Ant. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuffe from thence: I long that we were safe and sound aboord
Dro. Faith stay heere this night, they will surely do vs no harme: you saw they speake vs faire, giue vs gold: me thinkes they are such a gentle Nation, that but for the Mountaine of mad flesh that claimes mariage of me, I could finde in my heart to stay heere still, and turne Witch
Ant. I will not stay to night for all the Towne, Therefore away, to get our stuffe aboord.