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He arrests him on it;
And follows close the rigour of the statute,
To make him an example.

      — Measure for Measure, Act I Scene 4

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KEYWORD: night

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1

Comedy of Errors
[III, 2]

Antipholus of Syracuse

820

As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.

2

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

1138

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?
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?

3

Comedy of Errors
[IV, 4]

Dromio of Syracuse

1414

Faith, stay here this night; they will surely do us
no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold:
methinks they are such a gentle nation that, but for
the mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of
me, I could find in my heart to stay here still and
turn witch.

4

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Luciana

1647

Ne'er may I look on day, nor sleep on night,
But she tells to your highness simple truth!

5

Comedy of Errors
[V, 1]

Aegeon

1746

Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
All these old witnesses—I cannot err—
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.

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