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The Comedy of Errors

William Shakespeare
No Fear Act 3 Scene 1
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ADRIANA

(within) Your wife, sir knave? Go, get you from the door.

ADRIANA

(from offstage) Your wife, you scoundrel? Get away from the door.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

If she punishes you, master, she’s sure to punish me.

ANGELO

70Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome. We would
  fain have either.

ANGELO

It looks like we’re not going to get food or welcome here.

BALTHASAR

In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.

BALTHASAR

We argued about which was best, and now we won’t get either one.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

They stand at the door, master. Bid them welcome hither.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

Master, your guests are just standing here. Tell them they’re welcome.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS

There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS

There’s something strange in the air that’s keeping us from getting in.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
75Your 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.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

And if your clothes were as thin as mine, you’d really feel the air. The food inside is warm, but you’re out here freezing. It would make any man as mad as a bull to be betrayed like this.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS

Go, fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate.

ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS

Go get me something I can use to break down the door.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

(within) Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

(from offstage) Break anything here and I’ll break your head.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

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.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS

I’ll break words with you, sir. And since words are just wind, I’ll be breaking wind right in your face.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

(within) It seems thou want’st breaking. Out upon thee, hind!

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE

(from offstage) It seems you’re the one who needs to be broken. Be off with you, you dog!

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