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This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid;
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans,
Liege of all loiterers and malcontents.

      — Love's Labour's Lost, Act III Scene 1

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1

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Luciana

287

Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.
There's nothing situate under heaven's eye
But hath his bound, in earth, in sea, in sky:
The beasts, the fishes, and the winged fowls,
Are their males' subjects and at their controls:
Men, more divine, the masters of all these,
Lords of the wide world and wild watery seas,
Indued with intellectual sense and souls,
Of more preeminence than fish and fowls,
Are masters to their females, and their lords:
Then let your will attend on their accords.

2

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

435

Nothing, sir, but that I am beaten.

3

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

446

Marry, sir, for this something that you gave me for nothing.

4

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

447

I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
something. But say, sir, is it dinner-time?

5

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

638

And welcome more common; for that's nothing but words.

6

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Antipholus of Ephesus

742

You have prevailed: I will depart in quiet,
And, in despite of mirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty and witty; wild, and yet, too, gentle:
There will we dine. This woman that I mean,
My wife—but, I protest, without desert—
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal:
To her will we to dinner.
[To Angelo]
Get you home
And fetch the chain; by this I know 'tis made:
Bring it, I pray you, to the Porpentine;
For there's the house: that chain will I bestow—
Be it for nothing but to spite my wife—
Upon mine hostess there: good sir, make haste.
Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me,
I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me.

7

Comedy of Errors
[III, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

864

Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
shoes in the grime of it.

8

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Antipholus of Ephesus

1275

Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
ass.

9

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Ephesus

1277

I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
ears. I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.

10

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Ephesus

1341

God and the rope-maker bear me witness
That I was sent for nothing but a rope!

11

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Ephesus

1382

Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
cry 'The devil!'

12

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Solinus

1621

Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!

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