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1

Comedy of Errors
[I, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

233

Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?

2

Comedy of Errors
[I, 2]

Dromio of Ephesus

236

To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.

3

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

331

I mean not cuckold-mad;
But, sure, he is stark mad.
When I desired him to come home to dinner,
He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
'Tis dinner-time,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he;
'Your meat doth burn,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he:
'Will you come home?' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he.
'Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?'
'The pig,' quoth I, 'is burn'd;' 'My gold!' quoth he:
'My mistress, sir' quoth I; 'Hang up thy mistress!
I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!'

4

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

377

Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere,
Or else what lets it but he would be here?
Sister, you know he promised me a chain;
Would that alone, alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!
I see the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still,
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold: and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.

5

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

393

The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
Is wander'd forth, in care to seek me out
By computation and mine host's report.
I could not speak with Dromio since at first
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
[Enter DROMIO of Syracuse]
How now sir! is your merry humour alter'd?
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
You know no Centaur? you received no gold?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?
My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,
That thus so madly thou didst answer me?

6

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

408

I did not see you since you sent me hence,
Home to the Centaur, with the gold you gave me.

7

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

612

Good Signior Angelo, you must excuse us all;
My wife is shrewish when I keep not hours:
Say that I linger'd with you at your shop
To see the making of her carcanet,
And that to-morrow you will bring it home.
But here's a villain that would face me down
He met me on the mart, and that I beat him,
And charged him with a thousand marks in gold,
And that I did deny my wife and house.
Thou drunkard, thou, what didst thou mean by this?

8

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 1]

Angelo

980

Saving your merry humour, here's the note
How much your chain weighs to the utmost carat,
The fineness of the gold and chargeful fashion.
Which doth amount to three odd ducats more
Than I stand debted to this gentleman:
I pray you, see him presently discharged,
For he is bound to sea and stays but for it.

9

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3]

Dromio of Syracuse

1163

Master, here's the gold you sent me for. What, have
you got the picture of old Adam new-apparelled?

10

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3]

Antipholus of Syracuse

1165

What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?

11

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Antipholus of Ephesus

1346

Say, wherefore didst thou lock me forth to-day?
And why dost thou deny the bag of gold?

12

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Ephesus

1349

And, gentle master, I received no gold;
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.

13

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Syracuse

1414

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
turn witch.