The Comedy of Errors (Folio 1, 1623)
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Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
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Enter Antipholus of Ephesus, his man Dromio, Angelo the
¶Say that I lingerd with you at your shop
¶To see the making of her Carkanet,
¶And that to morrow you will bring it home.
¶But here's a villaine that would face me downe
625He met me on the Mart, and that I beat him,
¶And charg'd him with a thousand markes in gold,
¶And that I did denie my wife and house;
¶Thou drunkard thou, what didst thou meane by this?
630That you beat me at the Mart I haue your hand to show;
¶If yr skin were parchment, & ye blows you gaue were ink,
¶Your owne hand-writing would tell you what I thinke.
635By the wrongs I suffer, and the blowes I beare,
¶May answer my good will, and your good welcom here.
¶Anti. And welcome more common, for thats nothing
645 but words.
¶Bal. Small cheere and great welcome, makes a mer-
¶ rie feast.
¶But though my cates be meane, take them in good part,
650Better cheere may you haue, but not with better hart.
¶But soft, my doore is lockt; goe bid them let vs in.
¶ ot, Patch,
655Either get thee from the dore, or sit downe at the hatch:
¶When one is one too many, goe get thee from the dore.
¶ catch cold on's feet.
¶E.Ant. Who talks within there? hoa, open the dore.
¶ me wherefore.
665Ant. Wherefore? for my dinner: I haue not din'd to
¶ day.
¶ when you may.
670 howse I owe?
¶S.Dro. The Porter for this time Sir, and my name is
¶ Dromio.
¶ and my name,
675The one nere got me credit, the other mickle blame:
¶If thou hadst beene Dromio to day in my place,
¶Thou wouldst haue chang'd thy face for a name, or thy
¶
Enter Luce.
¶ at the gate?
¶ Master.
¶ uerbe,
¶Luce. Haue at you with another, that's when? can
¶ you tell?
¶ swer'd him well.
¶Anti. Doe you heare you minion, you'll let vs in I
¶ hope?
¶ for blow.
¶Anti. Thou baggage let me in.
¶Luce. Let him knocke till it ake.
¶Anti. You'll crie for this minion, if I beat the doore
¶ downe.
705 towne?
¶
Enter Adriana.
¶S.Dro. By my troth your towne is troubled with vn-
¶ ruly boies.
710Anti. Are you there Wife? you might haue come
¶ before.
¶ goe sore.
¶ would faine haue either.
¶ with neither.
720 welcome hither.
¶ not get in.
¶ were thin.
725Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the
¶ cold.
¶It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought
¶ and sold.
730S.Dro. Breake any breaking here, and Ile breake your
¶ knaues pate.
¶ words are but winde:
¶I and breake it in your face, so he break it not behinde.
¶ hinde.
¶E.Dro. Here's too much out vpon thee, I pray thee let
¶ me in.
740 no fin.
¶Ant. Well, Ile breake in: go borrow me a crow.
¶For a fish without a finne, ther's a fowle without a fether,
¶If a crow help vs in sirra, wee'll plucke a crow together.
745Ant. Go, get thee gon, fetch me an iron Crow.
¶Heerein you warre against your reputation,
¶Th' vnuiolated honor of your wife.
750Once this your long experience of your wisedome,
¶Why at this time the dores are made against you.
755Be rul'd by me, depart in patience,
¶And let vs to the Tyger all to dinner,
¶And about euening come your selfe alone,
¶If by strong hand you offer to breake in
¶A vulgar comment will be made of it;
¶That may with foule intrusion enter in,
765And dwell vpon your graue when you are dead;
¶Anti. You haue preuail'd, I will depart in quiet,
¶And in despight of mirth meane to be merrie:
¶Prettie and wittie; wilde, and yet too gentle;
¶There will we dine: this woman that I meane
¶Hath oftentimes vpbraided me withall:
775To her will we to dinner, get you home
¶And fetch the chaine, by this I know 'tis made,
¶Bring it I pray you to the Porpentine,
¶(Be it for nothing but to spight my wife)
¶Since mine owne doores refuse to entertaine me,
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Exeunt.
