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Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA
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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?
Looked he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
5 What observation mad’st thou in this case
Of his heart’s meteors tilting in his face?
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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?
Looked he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
What observation mad’st 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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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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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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LUCIANA Then swore he that he was a stranger here.
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ADRIANA 10 And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.
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ADRIANA And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.
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LUCIANA Then pleaded I for you.
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LUCIANA Then pleaded I for you.
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ADRIANA And what said he?
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ADRIANA And what said he?
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LUCIANA That love i begged for you he begged of me.
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LUCIANA That love i begged for you he begged of me.
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ADRIANA With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
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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.
15 First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
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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 Did’st speak him fair?
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ADRIANA Did’st speak him fair?
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LUCIANA Have patience, I beseech.
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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 deformèd, crooked, old, and sere,
20 Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere,
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
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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 deformèd, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere,
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 wailed when it is gone.
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LUCIANA Who would be jealous, then, of such a one?
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
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ADRIANA 25 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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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 , running
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Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE , running
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Here, go—the desk, the purse! Sweet, now make haste.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Here, go—the desk, the purse! Sweet, now make haste.
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LUCIANA 30 How hast thou lost thy breath?
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LUCIANA How hast thou lost thy breath?
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE By running fast.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE By running fast.
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ADRIANA Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?
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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 buttoned up with steel;
35 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
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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 buttoned 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
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The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well,
40One that before the judgment carries poor souls to hell.
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The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well,
One that before the judgment carries poor souls to hell.
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ADRIANA Why, man, what is the matter?
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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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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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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,
45But 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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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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ADRIANA Go fetch it, sister.
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Exit LUCIANA
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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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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 50Not on a band, but on a stronger thing:
A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Not on a band, but on a stronger thing:
A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?
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ADRIANA What, the chain?
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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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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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ADRIANA The hours come back. That did I never hear.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE 55O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, he turns back for
very fear.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, he 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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ADRIANA As if time were in debt. How fondly dost thou reason!
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Time is a very bankrout 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 he 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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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Time is a very bankrout 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 he 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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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 pressed down with conceit:
65 Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
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ADRIANA Go, Dromio. There’s the money. Bear it straight,
And bring thy master home immediately.
Come, sister, I am pressed down with conceit:
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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Modern Text |
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Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA
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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?
Looked he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
5 What observation mad’st thou in this case
Of his heart’s meteors tilting in his face?
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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?
Looked he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
What observation mad’st 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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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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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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LUCIANA Then swore he that he was a stranger here.
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ADRIANA 10 And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.
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ADRIANA And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.
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LUCIANA Then pleaded I for you.
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LUCIANA Then pleaded I for you.
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ADRIANA And what said he?
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ADRIANA And what said he?
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LUCIANA That love i begged for you he begged of me.
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LUCIANA That love i begged for you he begged of me.
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ADRIANA With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?
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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.
15 First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.
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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 Did’st speak him fair?
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ADRIANA Did’st speak him fair?
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LUCIANA Have patience, I beseech.
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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 deformèd, crooked, old, and sere,
20 Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere,
Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.
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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 deformèd, crooked, old, and sere,
Ill-faced, worse-bodied, shapeless everywhere,
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 wailed when it is gone.
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LUCIANA Who would be jealous, then, of such a one?
No evil lost is wailed when it is gone.
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ADRIANA 25 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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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 , running
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Enter DROMIO OF SYRACUSE , running
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Here, go—the desk, the purse! Sweet, now make haste.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Here, go—the desk, the purse! Sweet, now make haste.
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LUCIANA 30 How hast thou lost thy breath?
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LUCIANA How hast thou lost thy breath?
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE By running fast.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE By running fast.
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ADRIANA Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?
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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 buttoned up with steel;
35 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
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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 buttoned 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
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The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well,
40One that before the judgment carries poor souls to hell.
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The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
A hound that runs counter and yet draws dryfoot well,
One that before the judgment carries poor souls to hell.
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ADRIANA Why, man, what is the matter?
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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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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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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,
45But 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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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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ADRIANA Go fetch it, sister.
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Exit LUCIANA
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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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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 50Not on a band, but on a stronger thing:
A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Not on a band, but on a stronger thing:
A chain, a chain. Do you not hear it ring?
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ADRIANA What, the chain?
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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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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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ADRIANA The hours come back. That did I never hear.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE 55O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, he turns back for
very fear.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, he 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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ADRIANA As if time were in debt. How fondly dost thou reason!
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Time is a very bankrout 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 he 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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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Time is a very bankrout 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 he 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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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 pressed down with conceit:
65 Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
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ADRIANA Go, Dromio. There’s the money. Bear it straight,
And bring thy master home immediately.
Come, sister, I am pressed down with conceit:
Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
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Exeunt
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Exeunt
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