The Comedy of Errors

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 2 Scene 1
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Enter DROMIO OF EPHESUS
DROMIO OF EPHESUS enters.

ADRIANA

Say, is your tardy master now at hand?

ADRIANA

Tell me, is your tardy master close at hand?

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

45Nay, he’s at two hands with me, and that my two ears can witness.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

No; but he came at me with two hands—just ask my

ears

i.e., “He beat me on my ears.”

ears
.

ADRIANA

Say, didst thou speak with him? Know’st thou his mind?

ADRIANA

Did you talk to him? Do you know his plans?

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear.
Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

LUCIANA

50Spake he so doubtfully thou couldst not feel his meaning?

LUCIANA

Did he speak so ambiguously that you couldn’t get a feeling for what he meant?

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

Nay, he struck so plainly I could too well feel his blows, and withal so doubtfully that I could scarce understand them.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

No; he hit me very clearly and I felt his punches perfectly well. They were so dreadful, I could barely stand up under them.

ADRIANA

But say, I prithee, is he coming home?
It seems he hath great care to please his wife.

ADRIANA

But please, tell me: is he coming home? It seems he has taken great care to please his wife.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

55Why, mistress, sure my master is horn mad.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

Why, mistress, my master is as angry as a bull with horns.

ADRIANA

Horn mad, thou villain!

ADRIANA

Horns? You bastard!

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

     I mean not cuckold mad,
But sure he is stark mad.
When I desired him to come home to dinner,
He asked me for a thousand marks in gold.
60“'Tis dinnertime,” quoth I. “My gold,” quoth he.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

I don’t mean he’s

cuckold

cuckold = a man whose wife cheated on him; cuckolds were commonly depicted wearing horns

cuckold
mad. But he sure is angry. When I asked him to come home to lunch, he asked me for a thousand marks. “It’s lunchtime,” I said. “My gold,” he said. “The meat’s burning,” I said. “My gold,” he said. “Will you come home?” I said.

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