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Work The work is either a play, poem, or sonnet. The sonnets are treated as single work with 154 parts.

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1

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

273

Neither my husband nor the slave return'd,
That in such haste I sent to seek his master!
Sure, Luciana, it is two o'clock.

2

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Luciana

276

Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner.
Good sister, let us dine and never fret:
A man is master of his liberty:
Time is their master, and, when they see time,
They'll go or come: if so, be patient, sister.

3

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

317

Say, is your tardy master now at hand?

4

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

329

Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.

5

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

343

Quoth my master:
'I know,' quoth he, 'no house, no wife, no mistress.'
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders;
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.

6

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

354

Hence, prating peasant! fetch thy master home.

7

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

361

His company must do his minions grace,
Whilst I at home starve for a merry look.
Hath homely age the alluring beauty took
From my poor cheek? then he hath wasted it:
Are my discourses dull? barren my wit?
If voluble and sharp discourse be marr'd,
Unkindness blunts it more than marble hard:
Do their gay vestments his affections bait?
That's not my fault: he's master of my state:
What ruins are in me that can be found,
By him not ruin'd? then is he the ground
Of my defeatures. My decayed fair
A sunny look of his would soon repair
But, too unruly deer, he breaks the pale
And feeds from home; poor I am but his stale.

8

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

413

I am glad to see you in this merry vein:
What means this jest? I pray you, master, tell me.

9

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

584

I am transformed, master, am I not?

10

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

586

Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.

11

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Adriana

593

Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.

12

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

607

Master, shall I be porter at the gate?

13

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

651

What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
the street.

14

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

671

Let my master in, Luce.

15

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Luce

672

[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.

16

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

686

Master, knock the door hard.

17

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

696

If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.

18

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

700

They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.

19

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

702

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.

20

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

716

A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.