The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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The Comedie of Errors.
¶rie beastly creature layes claime to me.
¶but leane lucke in the match, and yet is she a wondrous
¶fat marriage.
¶and I know not what vse to put her too, but to make a
¶Lampe of her, and run from her by her owne light. I
¶warrant, her ragges and the Tallow in them, will burne
¶a weeke longer then the whole World.
895uer-shooes in the grime of it.
¶Anti. That's a fault that water will mend.
¶do it.
¶Anti. What's her name?
900Dro. Nell Sir: but her name is three quarters, that's
¶an Ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip
¶to hip.
¶Dro. No longer from head to foot, then from hippe
¶Countries in her.
¶the bogges.
910Ant. Where Scotland?
¶of the hand.
¶Ant. Where France?
¶Dro. In her forhead, arm'd and reuerted, making
915warre against her heire.
¶Ant. Where England?
¶Dro. I look'd for the chalkle Cliffes, but I could find
¶by the salt rheume that ranne betweene France, and it.
920Ant. Where Spaine?
¶Ant. Where America, the Indies?
¶Rubies, Carbuncles, Saphires, declining their rich As-
925pect to the hot breath of Spaine, who sent whole Ar-
¶this drudge or Diuiner layd claime to mee, call'd mee
¶markes I had about mee, as the marke of my shoulder,
¶the Mole in my necke, the great Wart on my left arme,
¶that I amaz'd ranne from her as a witch. And I thinke,
if
¶my brest had not beene made of faith, and my heart of
¶me turne i'th wheele.
¶And if the winde blow any way from shore,
¶I will not harbour in this Towne to night.
940If any Barke put forth, come to the Mart,
¶Where I will walke till thou returne to me:
¶If euerie one knowes vs, and we know none,
¶'Tis time I thinke to trudge, packe, and be gone.
¶Dro. As from a Beare a man would run for life,
945So flie I from her that would be my wife.
Exit
¶Anti. There's none but Witches do inhabite heere,
¶And therefore 'tis hie time that I were hence:
955
Enter Angelo with the Chaine.
¶Ang. Mr Antipholus.
¶Anti. I that's my name.
¶I thought to haue tane you at the Porpentine,
¶you.
965Ang. Not once, nor twice, but twentie times you
¶haue:
¶Go home with it, and please your Wife withall,
¶And then receiue my money for the chaine.
¶For feare you ne're see chaine, nor mony more.
¶But this I thinke, there's no man is so vaine,
¶Ile to the Mart, and there for Dromio stay,
Exit.
980
Actus Quartus. Scoena Prima.
¶
Enter a Merchant, Goldsmith, and an Officer.
¶And since I haue not much importun'd you,
¶Nor now I had not, but that I am bound
985To Persia, and want Gilders for my voyage:
¶Or Ile attach you by this Officer.
¶Is growing to me by Antipholus,
990And in the instant that I met with you,
¶He had of me a Chaine, at fiue a clocke
¶I will discharge my bond, and thanke you too.
995
Enter Antipholus Ephes.Dromio from the Courtizans.
And
