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Comedy of Errors
[I, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
179 |
Many a man would take you at your word,
And go indeed, having so good a mean.
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Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
406 |
What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?
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3 |
Comedy of Errors
[II, 2] |
Antipholus of Syracuse |
536 |
Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
In Ephesus I am but two hours old,
As strange unto your town as to your talk;
Who, every word by all my wit being scann'd,
Want wit in all one word to understand.
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4 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 1] |
Dromio of Ephesus |
708 |
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.
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5 |
Comedy of Errors
[III, 2] |
Luciana |
763 |
And may it be that you have quite forgot
A husband's office? shall, Antipholus.
Even in the spring of love, thy love-springs rot?
Shall love, in building, grow so ruinous?
If you did wed my sister for her wealth,
Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness:
Or if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth;
Muffle your false love with some show of blindness:
Let not my sister read it in your eye;
Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator;
Look sweet, be fair, become disloyalty;
Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger;
Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted;
Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint;
Be secret-false: what need she be acquainted?
What simple thief brags of his own attaint?
'Tis double wrong, to truant with your bed
And let her read it in thy looks at board:
Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;
Ill deeds are doubled with an evil word.
Alas, poor women! make us but believe,
Being compact of credit, that you love us;
Though others have the arm, show us the sleeve;
We in your motion turn and you may move us.
Then, gentle brother, get you in again;
Comfort my sister, cheer her, call her wife:
'Tis holy sport to be a little vain,
When the sweet breath of flattery conquers strife.
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Comedy of Errors
[IV, 3] |
Dromio of Syracuse |
1185 |
Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since that the
bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were
you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy
Delay. Here are the angels that you sent for to
deliver you.
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7 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Angelo |
1428 |
Of very reverend reputation, sir,
Of credit infinite, highly beloved,
Second to none that lives here in the city:
His word might bear my wealth at any time.
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8 |
Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Solinus |
1595 |
Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
To do him all the grace and good I could.
Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
And bid the lady abbess come to me.
I will determine this before I stir.
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Comedy of Errors
[V, 1] |
Aegeon |
1721 |
Most mighty duke, vouchsafe me speak a word:
Haply I see a friend will save my life
And pay the sum that may deliver me.
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