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Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme.

      — Sonnet IV

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1

Comedy of Errors
[I, 1]

Solinus

30

Well, Syracusian, say in brief the cause
Why thou departed'st from thy native home
And for what cause thou camest to Ephesus.

2

Comedy of Errors
[II, 1]

Adriana

320

Say, didst thou speak with him? know'st thou his mind?

3

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

410

Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
And told'st me of a mistress and a dinner;
For which, I hope, thou felt'st I was displeased.

4

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

415

Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
Think'st thou I jest? Hold, take thou that, and that.

5

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Luciana

582

Why pratest thou to thyself and answer'st not?
Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!

6

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Syracuse

645

[Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb,
idiot, patch!
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st
for such store,
When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.

7

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Syracuse

710

[Within] It seems thou want'st breaking: out upon
thee, hind!

8

Comedy of Errors
[III, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

838

Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?

9

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3]

Antipholus of Syracuse

1214

Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.

10

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Antipholus of Ephesus

1338

Went'st not thou to her for a purse of ducats?

11

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Adriana

1351

Dissembling villain, thou speak'st false in both.

12

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Second Merchant

1450

These ears of mine, thou know'st did hear thee.
Fie on thee, wretch! 'tis pity that thou livest
To walk where any honest man resort.

13

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Aemilia

1499

And thereof came it that the man was mad.
The venom clamours of a jealous woman
Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.
It seems his sleeps were hinder'd by thy railing,
And therefore comes it that his head is light.
Thou say'st his meat was sauced with thy upbraidings:
Unquiet meals make ill digestions;
Thereof the raging fire of fever bred;
And what's a fever but a fit of madness?
Thou say'st his sports were hinderd by thy brawls:
Sweet recreation barr'd, what doth ensue
But moody and dull melancholy,
Kinsman to grim and comfortless despair,
And at her heels a huge infectious troop
Of pale distemperatures and foes to life?
In food, in sport and life-preserving rest
To be disturb'd, would mad or man or beast:
The consequence is then thy jealous fits
Have scared thy husband from the use of wits.

14

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Solinus

1716

Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?

15

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Aegeon

1759

But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
Thou know'st we parted: but perhaps, my son,
Thou shamest to acknowledge me in misery.

16

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Aemilia

1781

Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
And gain a husband by his liberty.
Speak, old AEgeon, if thou be'st the man
That hadst a wife once call'd AEmilia
That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
O, if thou be'st the same AEgeon, speak,
And speak unto the same AEmilia!

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