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- $Unique_ID{SSP02158}
- $Title{The Comedy of Errors: Act IV, Scene II}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*02150.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- THE COMEDY OF ERRORS
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- ACT IV
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- SCENE II: The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.
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- {Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA.}
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- ADRIANA: Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
- Mightst thou perceive austerely in his eye
- That he did plead in earnest? yea or no?
- Look'd he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
- What observation madest thou in this case
- Of his heart's meteors tilting in his face?
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- LUCIANA: First he denied you had in him no right.
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- ADRIANA: He meant he did me none; the more my spite.
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- LUCIANA: Then swore he that he was a stranger here.
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- ADRIANA: And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were. 10
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- LUCIANA: Then pleaded I for you.
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- ADRIANA: And what said he?
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- LUCIANA: That love I begg'd for you he begg'd of me.
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- ADRIANA: With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
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- LUCIANA: With words that in an honest suit might move.
- First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
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- ADRIANA: Didst speak him fair?
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- LUCIANA: Have patience, I beseech.
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- ADRIANA: I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still;
- My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
- He is deformed, crooked, old and sere,
- Ill-faced, worse bodied, shapeless everywhere; 20
- Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind;
- Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
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- LUCIANA: Who would be jealous then of such a one?
- No evil lost is wail'd when it is gone.
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- ADRIANA: Ah, but I think him better than I say,
- And yet would herein others' eyes were worse.
- Far from her nest the lapwing cries away:
- My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
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- {Enter DROMIO of Syracuse.}
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Here! go; the desk, the purse! sweet, now, make haste.
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- LUCIANA: How hast thou lost thy breath?
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: By running fast. 30
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- ADRIANA: Where is thy master, Dromio? is he well?
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No, he's in Tartar limbo, worse than hell.
- A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
- One whose hard heart is button'd up with steel;
- A fiend, a fury, pitiless and rough;
- A wolf, nay, worse, a fellow all in buff;
- A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that
- countermands
- The passages of alleys, creeks and narrow lands;
- A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well;
- One that before the judgement carries poor souls
- to hell. 40
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- ADRIANA: Why, man, what is the matter?
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I do not know the matter: he is 'rested on the case.
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- ADRIANA: What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
- But he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can
- I tell.
- Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in
- his desk?
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- ADRIANA: Go fetch it, sister.
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- [Exit Luciana.]
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- This I wonder at,
- That he, unknown to me, should be in debt.
- Tell me, was he arrested on a band?
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Not on a band, but on a stronger thing; 50
- A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?
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- ADRIANA: What, the chain?
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No, no, the bell: 'tis time that I were gone:
- It was two ere I left him, and now the clock
- strikes one.
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- ADRIANA: The hours come back! that did I never hear.
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: O, yes; if any hour meet a sergeant, a' turns back for
- very fear.
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- ADRIANA: As if Time were in debt! how fondly dost thou reason!
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- DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Time is a very bankrupt, and owes more than he's
- worth, to season.
- Nay, he's a thief too: have you not heard men say
- That Time comes stealing on by night and day? 60
- If Time be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in
- the way,
- Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
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- {Re-enter LUCIANA with a purse.}
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- ADRIANA: Go, Dromio; there's the money, bear it straight;
- And bring thy master home immediately.
- Come, sister: I am press'd down with conceit--
- Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
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- [Exeunt.]
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