The Comedy of Errors

by: William Shakespeare

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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

To Adriana. That is where we dined,
110Where Dowsabel did claim me for her husband.
She is too big, I hope, for me to compass.
Thither I must, although against my will,
For servants must their masters' minds fulfill.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

To Adriana? That’s where we had lunch. Where that “sweetheart” said I was her husband! She’s too much for me to handle. But I must go there, against my will: servants must fulfill their masters' wishes.
Exit
He exits.