The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Comedie of Errors.
¶And why dost thou denie the bagge of gold?
¶Dro. And gentle Mr I receiu'd no gold:
1390And art confederate with a damned packe,
¶
Enter three or foure, and offer to binde him:
1395Hee striues.
¶Adr. Oh binde him, binde him, let him not come
¶neere me.
¶Luc. Aye me poore man, how pale and wan he looks.
1400Ant. What will you murther me, thou Iailor thou?
¶cue?
¶shall not haue him.
1405Pinch. Go binde this man, for he is franticke too.
1410The debt he owes will be requir'd of me.
¶Beare me forthwith vnto his Creditor,
¶And knowing how the debt growes I will pay it.
¶mee?
1420Dro. Will you be bound for nothing, be mad good
¶Master, cry the diuell.
¶talke.
¶
Exeunt. Manet Offic. Adri. Luci. Courtizan
¶Off. Two hundred Duckets.
1430Adr. Say, how growes it due.
¶Came to my house, and tooke away my Ring,
1435The Ring I saw vpon his finger now,
¶Straight after did I meete him with a Chaine.
¶Come Iailor, bring me where the Goldsmith is,
¶I long to know the truth heereof at large.
1440
Enter Antipholus Siracusia with his Rapier drawne,
¶and Dromio Sirac.
¶Let's call more helpe to haue them bound againe.
1445
Runne all out.
¶Off. Away, they'l kill vs.
¶
Exeunt omnes, as fast as may be, frighted.
¶S.Dro. She that would be your wife, now ran from
1450you.
¶thence:
¶me thinkes they are such a gentle Nation, that but for
¶the Mountaine of mad flesh that claimes mariage of me,
¶Witch.
¶Therefore away, to get our stuffe aboord.
Exeunt
¶
Actus Quintus. Scoena Prima.
¶
Enter the Merchant and the Goldsmith.
1465But I protest he had the Chaine of me,
¶Of credit infinite, highly belou'd,
1470Second to none that liues heere in the Citie:
¶His word might beare my wealth at any time.
¶
Enter Antipholus and Dromio againe.
¶Signior Antipholus, I wonder much
¶That you would put me to this shame and trouble,
¶This Chaine, which now you weare so openly.
¶You haue done wrong to this my honest friend,
¶This Chaine you had of me, can you deny it?
¶Ant. I thinke I had, I neuer did deny it.
¶Fie on thee wretch, 'tis pitty that thou liu'st
¶Ant. Thou art a Villaine to impeach me thus,
¶Ile proue mine honor, and mine honestie
¶Mar. I dare and do defie thee for a villaine.
¶
They draw. Enter Adriana, Luciana, Courtezan, & others.
¶Some get within him, take his sword away:
1500Binde Dromio too, and beare them to my house.
¶
Exeunt to the Priorie.
Enter
