Speeches (Lines) for Antipholus of Syracuse
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Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
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A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
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Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
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He that commends me to mine own content
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Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
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I am not in a sportive humour now:
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Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
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Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
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In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
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Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou? |
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What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
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Upon my life, by some device or other
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The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
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Even now, even here, not half an hour since. |
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Villain, thou didst deny the gold's receipt,
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Yea, dost thou jeer and flout me in the teeth?
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Because that I familiarly sometimes
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Dost thou not know? |
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Shall I tell you why? |
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Why, first,—for flouting me; and then, wherefore—
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Thank me, sir, for what? |
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I'll make you amends next, to give you nothing for
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In good time, sir; what's that? |
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Well, sir, then 'twill be dry. |
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Your reason? |
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Well, sir, learn to jest in good time: there's a
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By what rule, sir? |
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28 |
Let's hear it. |
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29 |
May he not do it by fine and recovery? |
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30 |
Why is Time such a niggard of hair, being, as it is,
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Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit. |
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Why, thou didst conclude hairy men plain dealers without wit. |
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For what reason? |
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Nay, not sound, I pray you. |
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Nay, not sure, in a thing falsing. |
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Name them. |
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You would all this time have proved there is no
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But your reason was not substantial, why there is no
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I knew 'twould be a bald conclusion:
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Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not:
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By Dromio? |
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Did you converse, sir, with this gentlewoman?
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Villain, thou liest; for even her very words
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How can she thus then call us by our names,
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To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme:
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I think thou art in mind, and so am I. |
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Thou hast thine own form. |
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Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
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Sweet mistress—what your name is else, I know not,
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Not mad, but mated; how, I do not know. |
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For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by. |
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As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night. |
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Thy sister's sister. |
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No;
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Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
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Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast? |
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Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself. |
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What woman's man? and how besides thyself? besides thyself? |
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What claim lays she to thee? |
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What is she? |
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How dost thou mean a fat marriage? |
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What complexion is she of? |
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That's a fault that water will mend. |
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What's her name? |
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Then she bears some breadth? |
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In what part of her body stands Ireland? |
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Where Scotland? |
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Where France? |
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Where England? |
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Where Spain? |
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Where America, the Indies? |
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Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands? |
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Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
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There's none but witches do inhabit here;
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Ay, that's my name. |
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What is your will that I shall do with this? |
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Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not. |
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I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
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What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
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There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
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What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean? |
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I understand thee not. |
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What, thou meanest an officer? |
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Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any |
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The fellow is distract, and so am I;
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Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not. |
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It is the devil. |
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Why, Dromio? |
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Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
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Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go. |
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I see these witches are afraid of swords. |
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Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
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I will not stay to-night for all the town;
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I think I had; I never did deny it. |
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Who heard me to deny it or forswear it? |
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Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
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AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost? |
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No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. |
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I, gentle mistress. |
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And so do I; yet did she call me so:
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I think it be, sir; I deny it not. |
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102 |
This purse of ducats I received from you,
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He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
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