The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Comedie of Errors.
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1255a rush, a haire, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherrie-
¶her Chaine, and fright vs with it.
1260I hope you do not meane to cheate me so?
¶Ant. Auant thou witch: Come Dromio let vs go.
¶you know.
Exit.
¶Cur. Now out of doubt Antipholus is mad,
¶A Ring he hath of mine worth fortie Duckets,
¶And for the same he promis'd me a Chaine,
¶Both one and other he denies me now:
¶The reason that I gather he is mad,
¶Is a mad tale he told to day at dinner,
¶Belike his wife acquainted with his fits,
1275My way is now to hie home to his house,
¶And tell his wife, that being Lunaticke,
¶For fortie Duckets is too much to loose.
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Enter Antipholus Ephes. with a Iailor.
¶An. Feare me not man, I will not breake away,
¶Ile giue thee ere I leaue thee so much money
¶To warrant thee as I am rested for.
¶My wife is in a wayward moode to day,
¶
Enter Dromio Eph. with a ropes end.
¶Heere comes my Man, I thinke he brings the monie.
¶E.Dro. Here's that I warrant you will pay them all.
¶Anti. But where's the Money?
¶Ant. Fiue hundred Duckets villaine for a rope?
¶Ant. To what end did I bid thee hie thee home?
¶turn'd.
¶E.Dro. Nay 'tis for me to be patient, I am in aduer-
¶sitie.
¶Offi. Good now hold thy tongue.
¶not feele your blowes.
¶my long eares. I haue serued him from the houre of my
¶Natiuitie to this instant, and haue nothing at his hands
¶for my seruice but blowes. When I am cold, he heates
¶me with beating: when I am warme, he cooles me with
1315beating: I am wak'd with it when I sleepe, rais'd with
¶it when I sit, driuen out of doores with it when I goe
¶from home, welcom'd home with it when I returne, nay
¶I beare it on my shoulders, as a begger woont her brat:
¶and I thinke when he hath lam'd me, I shall begge with
1320it from doore to doore.
¶
Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtizan, and a Schoole-
¶master, call'd Pinch.
¶Ant. Come goe along, my wife is comming yon-
¶der.
¶ther the prophesie like the Parrat, beware the ropes end.
1330Good Doctor Pinch, you are a Coniurer,
¶And I will please you what you will demand.
1335Pinch. Giue me your hand, and let mee feele your
¶pulse.
¶Ant. There is my hand, and let it feele your eare.
¶Pinch. I charge thee Sathan, hous'd within this man,
¶I coniure thee by all the Saints in heauen.
¶Anti. Peace doting wizard, peace; I am not mad.
1345Did this Companion with the saffron face
¶And I denied to enter in my house.
1350Where would you had remain'd vntill this time,
¶thou?
¶out.
1360Anti. Did not her Kitchen maide raile, taunt, and
¶scorne me?
¶Ant. And did not I in rage depart from thence?
1365That since haue felt the vigor of his rage.
¶And yeelding to him, humors well his frensie.
1370mee.
¶By Dromio heere, who came in hast for it.
¶Dro. Monie by me? Heart and good will you might,
¶Adri. He came to me, and I deliuer'd it.
¶That I was sent for nothing but a rope.
¶I know it by their pale and deadly lookes,
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