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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?
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2 |
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.
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3 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
429 |
Sconce call you it? so you would leave battering, I
had rather have it a head: an you use these blows
long, I must get a sconce for my head and ensconce
it too; or else I shall seek my wit in my shoulders.
But, I pray, sir why am I beaten?
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4 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
602 |
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised!
I'll say as they say and persever so,
And in this mist at all adventures go.
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5 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
1151 |
There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me; some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now a tailor call'd me in his shop
And show'd me silks that he had bought for me,
And therewithal took measure of my body.
Sure, these are but imaginary wiles
And Lapland sorcerers inhabit here.
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6 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1311 |
You minion, you, are these your customers?
Did this companion with the saffron face
Revel and feast it at my house to-day,
Whilst upon me the guilty doors were shut
And I denied to enter in my house?
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7 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Adriana |
1316 |
O husband, God doth know you dined at home;
Where would you had remain'd until this time,
Free from these slanders and this open shame!
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8 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Adriana |
1330 |
Is't good to soothe him in these contraries?
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9 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1352 |
Dissembling harlot, thou art false in all;
And art confederate with a damned pack
To make a loathsome abject scorn of me:
But with these nails I'll pluck out these false eyes
That would behold in me this shameful sport.
[Enter three or four, and offer to bind him.]
He strives]
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10 |
Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
1410 |
I see these witches are afraid of swords.
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11 |
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.
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12 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Aemilia |
1478 |
Hath he not lost much wealth by wreck of sea?
Buried some dear friend? Hath not else his eye
Stray'd his affection in unlawful love?
A sin prevailing much in youthful men,
Who give their eyes the liberty of gazing.
Which of these sorrows is he subject to?
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13 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Adriana |
1484 |
To none of these, except it be the last;
Namely, some love that drew him oft from home.
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14 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Luciana |
1518 |
She never reprehended him but mildly,
When he demean'd himself rough, rude and wildly.
Why bear you these rebukes and answer not?
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15 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1651 |
My liege, I am advised what I say,
Neither disturbed with the effect of wine,
Nor heady-rash, provoked with raging ire,
Albeit my wrongs might make one wiser mad.
This woman lock'd me out this day from dinner:
That goldsmith there, were he not pack'd with her,
Could witness it, for he was with me then;
Who parted with me to go fetch a chain,
Promising to bring it to the Porpentine,
Where Balthazar and I did dine together.
Our dinner done, and he not coming thither,
I went to seek him: in the street I met him
And in his company that gentleman.
There did this perjured goldsmith swear me down
That I this day of him received the chain,
Which, God he knows, I saw not: for the which
He did arrest me with an officer.
I did obey, and sent my peasant home
For certain ducats: he with none return'd
Then fairly I bespoke the officer
To go in person with me to my house.
By the way we met
My wife, her sister, and a rabble more
Of vile confederates. Along with them
They brought one Pinch, a hungry lean-faced villain,
A mere anatomy, a mountebank,
A threadbare juggler and a fortune-teller,
A needy, hollow-eyed, sharp-looking wretch,
A dead-looking man: this pernicious slave,
Forsooth, took on him as a conjurer,
And, gazing in mine eyes, feeling my pulse,
And with no face, as 'twere, outfacing me,
Cries out, I was possess'd. Then all together
They fell upon me, bound me, bore me thence
And in a dark and dankish vault at home
There left me and my man, both bound together;
Till, gnawing with my teeth my bonds in sunder,
I gain'd my freedom, and immediately
Ran hither to your grace; whom I beseech
To give me ample satisfaction
For these deep shames and great indignities.
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16 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Angelo |
1695 |
He had, my lord: and when he ran in here,
These people saw the chain about his neck.
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17 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Second Merchant |
1697 |
Besides, I will be sworn these ears of mine
Heard you confess you had the chain of him
After you first forswore it on the mart:
And thereupon I drew my sword on you;
And then you fled into this abbey here,
From whence, I think, you are come by miracle.
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Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Antipholus of Ephesus |
1703 |
I never came within these abbey-walls,
Nor ever didst thou draw thy sword on me:
I never saw the chain, so help me Heaven!
And this is false you burden me withal.
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19 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Aegeon |
1746 |
Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
All these old witnesses—I cannot err—
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
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Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Solinus |
1774 |
One of these men is Genius to the other;
And so of these. Which is the natural man,
And which the spirit? who deciphers them?
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