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Comedy of Errors
[I, 1] |
Solinus |
98 |
Nay, forward, old man; do not break off so;
For we may pity, though not pardon thee.
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2 |
Comedy of Errors
[I, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
179 |
Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a mean.
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3 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 1] |
Luciana |
276 |
Perhaps some merchant hath invited him,
And from the mart he's somewhere gone to dinner.
Good sister, let us dine and never fret:
A man is master of his liberty:
Time is their master, and, when they see time,
They'll go or come: if so, be patient, sister.
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4 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 1] |
Luciana |
314 |
Well, I will marry one day, but to try.
Here comes your man; now is your husband nigh.
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5 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 1] |
Adriana |
377 |
Unfeeling fools can with such wrongs dispense.
I know his eye doth homage otherwhere,
Or else what lets it but he would be here?
Sister, you know he promised me a chain;
Would that alone, alone he would detain,
So he would keep fair quarter with his bed!
I see the jewel best enamelled
Will lose his beauty; yet the gold bides still,
That others touch, and often touching will
Wear gold: and no man that hath a name,
By falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I'll weep what's left away, and weeping die.
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Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
441 |
Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season,
When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme
nor reason?
Well, sir, I thank you.
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7 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
464 |
There's no time for a man to recover his hair that
grows bald by nature.
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8 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
467 |
Yes, to pay a fine for a periwig and recover the
lost hair of another man.
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9 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
473 |
Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
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10 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
474 |
Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
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11 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Adriana |
593 |
Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
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12 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 1] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
702 |
You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.
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13 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 1] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
708 |
A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
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14 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
839 |
Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
am I myself?
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15 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
841 |
Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
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16 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
842 |
I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
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17 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
843 |
What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself?
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18 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
852 |
A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may
not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have
but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a
wondrous fat marriage.
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19 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
864 |
Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so
clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over
shoes in the grime of it.
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Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
913 |
As from a bear a man would run for life,
So fly I from her that would be my wife.
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