The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Comedie of Errors.
100For we may pitty, though not pardon thee.
¶For ere the ships could meet by twice fiue leagues,
¶We were encountred by a mighty rocke,
105Which being violently borne vp,
¶So that in this vniust diuorce of vs,
¶Fortune had left to both of vs alike,
¶What to delight in, what to sorrow for,
¶Was carried with more speed before the winde,
¶And in our sight they three were taken vp
¶By Fishermen of Corinth, as we thought.
¶And knowing whom it was their hap to saue,
¶And would haue reft the Fishers of their prey,
120And therefore homeward did they bend their course.
¶That by misfortunes was my life prolong'd,
125Doe me the fauour to dilate at full,
¶What haue befalne of them and they till now.
¶At eighteene yeeres became inquisitiue
¶After his brother; and importun'd me
¶Reft of his brother, but retain'd his name,
¶Might beare him company in the quest of him:
¶Roming cleane through the bounds of Asia,
¶Or that, or any place that harbours men:
¶And happy were I in my timelie death,
¶Could all my trauells warrant me they liue.
¶To beare the extremitie of dire mishap:
¶Against my Crowne, my oath, my dignity,
¶Which Princes would they may not disanull,
¶But though thou art adiudged to the death,
¶But to our honours great disparagement:
¶Yet will I fauour thee in what I can;
¶Therefore Marchant, Ile limit thee this day
¶To seeke thy helpe by beneficiall helpe,
¶Beg thou, or borrow, to make vp the summe,
¶And liue: if no, then thou art doom'd to die:
¶Iaylor, take him to thy custodie.
¶Iaylor. I will my Lord.
Exeunt.
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Enter Antipholis Erotes, a Marchant, and Dromio.
¶Mer. Therefore giue out you are of Epidamium,
165This very day a Syracusian Marchant
¶Is apprehended for a riuall here,
¶And not being able to buy out his life,
¶According to the statute of the towne,
170There is your monie that I had to keepe.
¶And stay there Dromio, till I come to thee;
¶Within this houre it will be dinner time,
¶Till that Ile view the manners of the towne,
175Peruse the traders, gaze vpon the buildings,
¶And then returne and sleepe within mine Inne,
¶For with long trauaile I am stiffe and wearie.
¶Get thee away.
¶Dro. Many a man would take you at your word,
180And goe indeede, hauing so good a meane.
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Exit Dromio.
¶When I am dull with care and melancholly,
¶Lightens my humour with his merry iests:
185What will you walke with me about the towne,
¶And then goe to my Inne and dine with me?
¶Of whom I hope to make much benefit:
¶I craue your pardon, soone at fiue a clocke,
190Please you, Ile meete with you vpon the Mart,
¶And afterward consort you till bed time:
¶And wander vp and downe to view the Citie.
195E.Mar. Sir, I commend you to your owne content.
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Exeunt.
¶Ant. He that commends me to mine owne content,
¶Commends me to the thing I cannot get:
¶I to the world am like a drop of water,
200That in the Ocean seekes another drop,
¶Who falling there to finde his fellow forth,
¶So I, to finde a Mother and a Brother,
205
Enter Dromio of Ephesus.
¶Here comes the almanacke of my true date:
¶The Capon burnes, the Pig fals from the spit;
210The clocke hath strucken twelue vpon the bell:
¶My Mistris made it one vpon my cheeke:
¶The meate is colde, because you come not home:
¶But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray,
¶Are penitent for your default to day.
¶Where haue you left the mony that I gaue you.
¶To pay the Sadler for my Mistris crupper:
¶The Sadler had it Sir, I kept it not.
¶Tell me, and dally not, where is the monie?
¶So great a charge from thine owne custodie.
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