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The Comedy of Errors

Act III, Scene 2

The same.
 
[Enter LUCIANA and ANTIPHOLUS of SYRACUSE]
 
LUCIANA
           ,        ,         ,           ,         ,
      And may | it be | that you | have quite | forgot
         ,          ,         ,        ,     ,
      A hus|band's of|fice? Shall | Anti|pholus
      ,        2       ,          ,          ,            ,
      Even | in the spring | of love,| thy love-|springs^rot?
              ,         ,         ,        ,    ,
      Shall love | in buil|ding grow | so ru|inous?
          ,         ,        ,       ,           ,
      If you | did wed | my sis|ter for | her wealth,
        ,     2         T       T   T       2       ,      ,
      Then for her | wealth's sake use | her with more | kindness:
          ,         ,      T   T    Tx           ,
      Or if | you like | elsewhere do it | by stealth,
       ,    2         ,     ,                  ,         ,
      Muffle your | false love / with some | show of | blindness:
           ,        ,        ,        ,         ,
      Let not | my sis|ter read | it in | your eye:
          ,           ,          ,            ,    ,
      Be not | thy tongue | thy own | shame's^o|rator:
             ,       T     T    .  T        ,    ,
      Look^sweet,| speak fair, become | disloy|alty:
         ,       ,          ,         ,      ,
      Appar|el vice | like vir|tue's har|binger:
        ,   2        ,            ,            ,          ,
      Bear a fair*| presence,| though your | heart be | tainted,
        T    T   .   T         ,      ,      ,
      Teach sin the car|riage of | a ho|ly saint,
          ,        ,       ,    ,          2     ,
      Be se|cret false:| what need / she be ac|quainted?
            ,        ,       ,             ,        ,
      What sim|ple thief | brags of | his own | attaint?
            ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      'Tis dou|ble wrong | to tru|ant with | your bed
           ,          ,        ,         ,          ,
      And let | her read | it in | thy looks | at board:
        ,             ,         ,      ,   ,
      Shame hath | a bas|tard fame,| well ma/naged,
       T    T    .  T         ,       ,       ,
      Ill deeds is dou|bled with | an e|vil word:
        ,           ,        ,        ,        ,
      Alas | poor* wo|men, make | us but | believe
        ,           ,        ,         ,            x
      (Being | compact | of cre|dit) that | you love us,
             ,         ,         ,      ,              ,
      Though o|thers have | the arm,| show us | the sleeve;
       ,   2        ,         ,          ,          ,
      We in your | motion | turn, and | you may | move us.
            ,       ,        ,         ,      ,
      Then gen|tle bro|ther get | you in | again;
       ,            ,         ,            ,          ,
      Comfort | my sis|ter, cheer | her, call | her wife;
            ,      ,         ,      ,        ,
      'Tis ho|ly sport | to be | a lit|tle vain,
                   ,      ,          ,    2   ,           ,
      When the / sweet breath | of flat|tery con|quers strife.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
              ,           ,           ,         ,        ,    ___
      Sweet* mis|tress, what | your name | is else | I know | not,
           ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Nor by | what won|der you | do hit | of mine:
        ,              ,          ,           ,           ,    ___
      Less in | your know|ledge, and | your grace | you show | not, (hex with above)
            ,             ,         ,           ,         ,
      Than our | earth's^won|der, more | than earth | divine.
        ,                ,        ,         ,           ,
      Teach me | dear* crea|ture how | to think | and speak:
          ,      ,       ,        ,          ,
      Lay^o|pen to | my ear|thy gross | conceit:
       ,              ,        ,         ,         ,
      Smothered | in er|rors, fee|ble, shal|low, weak,
           ,       ,        ,          ,          ,
      The fol|ded mea|ning of | your words' | deceit:
       x              T     T    T           ,      ,
      Against my | soul's pure truth,| why* la|bor you,
           ,        ,                ,  ,     ,
      To make | it wan|der in an // unknown field?
           ,       ,      ,             ,        ,
      Are you | a god?| Would you | create | me new?
             ,         ,         ,          x            ,
      Transform | me then,| and to | your power | I'll yield.
           ,        ,      ,          ,        ,
      But if | that I | am I,| then well | I know,
            ,        ,       ,        ,         ,
      Your wee|ping sis|ter is | no wife | of mine,
           ,        ,        ,       ,      ,
      Nor to | her bed | no ho|mage do | I owe:
            ,          ,        ,       ,       ,
      Far more,| far more,| to you | do I | decline:
           ,         ,            ,    ,               ,
      Oh train | me not | sweet* mer|maid with | thy note,
           ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      To drown | me in | thy sis|ter's flood | of tears:
        ,   ,                ,        ,          ,
      Sing si/ren for | thyself,| and I | will dote:
              ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      Spread^ore | the sil|ver waves | thy gol|den hairs;
           ,      ,           ,                  ,    ,
      And as | a bed | I'll take | thee, and / there lie:
           ,         ,    2    ,     ,        ,
      And in | that glo|rious sup|posi|tion think,
           ,          ,            ,           ,         ,
      He gains | by death,| that hath | such means | to die:
            ,      2     ,          ,       ,         ,
      Let Love,| being light,| be drow|ned if | she sink.
 
LUCIANA
        ,             ,          ,        ,       ,
      What are | you mad,| that you | do rea|son so?
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
           ,         ,       ,       ,         ,
      Not mad,| but ma|ted, how | I do | not know.
 
LUCIANA
       ,          ,             ,         ,          ,
      It is | a fault | that spring|eth from | your eye.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
           ,       ,          ,            ,      2    ,
      For ga|zing on | your beams | fair* sun | being by.
 
LUCIANA
        ,                ,           ,           ,            ,
      Gaze when | you should,| and that | will clear | your sight.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
           ,     .   T    T     T         ,         ,
      As good | to wink sweet love,| as look | on night.
 
LUCIANA
       ,       2       T   T     T        ,       ,
      Why call* you | me love? Call | my sis|ter so.  ??
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
           ,         ,
      Thy sis|ter's sis|ter.
 
LUCIANA
                               ,         ,
                            That's | my sis|ter.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      <-  ,     ,           ,          ,            ,        ,
         No:|| It is | thyself,| mine own | self's^bet|ter part:
             ,            ,     .   T     T     T        ,
      Mine eye's | clear^eye,| my dear heart's dea|rer heart;
           ,        ,    ,      2       T      T    T
      My food,| my for|tune, and my | sweet hope's aim;
           ,             ,        ,        ,          ,
      My sole | earth's^hea|ven, and | my hea|ven's claim.
 
LUCIANA
            ,        ,       ,        ,            ,
      All this | my sis|ter is,| or else | should be.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
             ,        ,        ,         ,        ,
      Call* thy|self sis|ter sweet,| for I | am thee:
        ,             ,          ,           ,         ,
      Thee will | I love,| and with | thee lead | my life;
             ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
      Thou hast | no hus|band yet,| nor I | no wife:
        ,             ,
      Give me | thy hand.
 
LUCIANA
                               ,           ,          ,
                          Oh soft | sir, hold | you still:
             ,         ,                 ,    ,    ,
      I'll fetch | my sis|ter to get // her good will.
 
[Exit]
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Why how now Dromio, where runst thou so fast?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man? am I myself?
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What woman's man? and how besides thyself?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What claim lays she to thee?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What is she?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
A very reverent body; aye, such a one as a man may not speak of without he say 'Sir-reverence.' I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, sir, she's the kitchen wench and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What complexion is she of?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so clean kept: for why, she sweats; a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
That's a fault that water will mend.
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not do it.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
What's her name?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Then she bears some breadth?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
In what part of her body stands Ireland?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Scotland?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where France?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her heir.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where England?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where Spain?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where America, the Indies?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Oh, sir, upon her nose all ore embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, called me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch: And, I think, if my breast had not been made of faith and my heart of steel, She had transformed me to a curtal dog and made me turn in the wheel.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
          ,          ,       ,     ,             ,
      Go hie | thee pre|sently,| post to | the road,
           ,         ,         ,     ,           ,
      And if | the wind | blow^a|ny way | from shore,
          ,         ,       ,          ,        ,
      I will | not har|bor in | this town | tonight:
         ,      ,          ,       ,             ,
      If a|ny bark | put^forth,| come to | the mart,
            ,          ,           ,        ,        ,
      Where I | will walk | till thou | return | to me:
          ,      ,           ,        ,          ,
      If ev|ery one | knows^us,| and we | know none,
             ,        ,           ,       ,              ,
      'Tis time | I think | to trudge,| pack, and | be gone.
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
           ,        ,       ,           ,          ,
      As from | a bear | a man | would run | for life,
          ,        ,          ,           ,        ,
      So fly | I from | her that | would be | my wife.
 
[Exit]
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
                ,         ,        ,      ,       ,
      There's none | but wit|ches do | inha|bit here,
            ,                 ,    ,         ,          ,
      And there|fore 'tis / high time | that I | were hence.
       ,                ,        ,         x          ,
      She that | doth call | me hus|band, even | my soul
        ,     2      ,      ,               ,     ,
      Doth for a | wife ab|hor. But | her fair | sister
            ,            ,       ,       ,   2       ,
      Possessed | with such | a gen|tle sov|ereign grace,
           ,        ,        ,         ,          ,
      Of such | enchan|ting pre|sence and | discourse,
            ,        ,         ,       ,       ,
      Hath al|most made | me trai|tor to | myself:
            ,        ,         ,            ,    ,
      But lest | myself | be guil|ty to / self-wrong,
             ,           ,        ,          ,           ,
      I'll stop | mine ears | against | the mer|maid's^song.
 
[Enter ANGELO with the chain]
 
ANGELO
       ,          ,    
      Master | Anti|pholus./
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
                              ,     ,          ,
                             Aye that's | my name.
 
ANGELO
          ,         ,          ,      ,          ___
      I know | it well | sir, lo | here's the | chain.
           ,        2       ,         ,        ,       ,
      I thought | to have tane | you at | the Por|pentine,
            ,        ,          ,         ,           ,
      The chain | unfin|ished made | me stay | thus^long.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
        ,              ,         ,          ,          ,
      What is | your will | that I | shall do | with this?
 
ANGELO
              ,           ,         ,            x          ,
      What please | yourself | sir: I | have made it | for you.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
        ,            ,        ,       ,         ,
      Made it | for me | sir, I | bespoke | it not.
 
ANGELO
            ,          ,           ,       ,           ,
      Not once,| nor twice,| but twen|ty times | you have:
           ,          ,          ,            ,        ,
      Go home | with it,| and please | your wife | withal,
            ,        ,       ,          ,      ,
      And soon | at sup|pertime | I'll vi|sit you,
            ,        ,         ,      ,          ,
      And then | receive | my mo|ney for | the chain.
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
          ,         ,        ,          ,      ,
      I pray | you sir | receive | the mo|ney now,
            ,          ,          ,          ,       ,
      For fear | you nere | see chain,| nor mo|ney more.
 
ANGELO
       ,           ,      ,           ,          ,
      You are | a mer|ry man | sir: fare | you well.
 
[Exit]
 
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
           ,            ,          ,       ,        ,
      What I | should think | of this,| I can|not tell:
            ,        ,              ,    ,            ,
      But this | I think,| there's^no | man is | so vain,
             ,         ,         ,        ,         ,
      That would | refuse | so fair | an of|fered chain.
         ,       ,            ,           ,          ,
      I see | a man | here* needs | not live | by shifts,
            ,          ,           ,           ,        ,
      When in | the streets | he meets | such gol|den gifts:
            ,         ,          ,          ,   2    ,
      I'll to | the mart,| and there | for Dro|mio stay,
         ,      ,         ,             ,        ,
      If a|ny ship | put out,| then straight | away.
 
[Exit]

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