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The Comedy of Errors

Act IV, Scene 2

The house of ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus.
 
[Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA]
 
ADRIANA
          ,   ,      ,         ,           ,
      Ah Lu|cia|na, did | he tempt | thee so?
         ,                ,         ,       ,        ,
      Mightst thou | perceive | austere|ly in | his eye,
            ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      That he | did plead | in earn|est, yea | or no:
         ,     2      ,         ,         ,        ,  2
      Looked he or | red or | pale, or | sad or | merrily?
            ,     ,        ,           ,          ,
      What obs|erva|tion madst | thou in | this case?
       ,          ,      ,          ,          2      ,
      Oh, his | heart's met/eors | tilting | in his face.
 
LUCIANA
             ,       ,         ,        ,         ,
      First^he | denied | you had | in him | no right.
 
ADRIANA
           ,         ,         ,          ,         ,
      He meant | he did | me none:| the more | my spite.
 
LUCIANA
             ,          ,        ,        ,         ,
      Then swore | he that | he was | a strang|er here.
 
ADRIANA
             ,        ,             ,         ,          ,
      And true | he swore,| though yet | forsworn | he were.
 
LUCIANA
             ,      ,        ,
      Then plead|ed I | for you.
 
ADRIANA
                                       ,          ,
                                 And what | said he?
 
LUCIANA
             ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      That love | I begged | for you,| he begged | of me.
 
ADRIANA
             ,        ,        ,         ,           ,
      With what | persua|sion did | he tempt | thy love?
 
LUCIANA
             ,           ,       ,        ,            ,
      With words,| that in | an hon|est suit | might move.
        ,                ,          ,        ,          ,
      First, he | did praise | my beaut|y, then | my speech.
 
ADRIANA
              ,           ,
      Didst^speak | him fair?
 
LUCIANA
                                    ,         ,       ,
                              Have^pa|tience, I | beseech.
 
ADRIANA
         ,        ,        ,          ,         ,
      I can|not, nor | I will | not hold | me still,
            ,             ,         ,             ,          ,
      My tongue,| though not | my heart,| shall have | his will.
          ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      He is | deform|ed, crook|ed, old | and sere,
             ,            ,         ,         ,      ,
      Ill*-faced,| worse^bod|ied, shape|less eve|rywhere:  ??
       ,            ,        ,         ,         ,
      Vicious,| ungent|le, fool|ish, blunt,| unkind;
           ,    ,        ,         ,          ,
      Stigma|tical | in mak|ing, worse | in mind.
 
LUCIANA
             ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      Who* would | be jeal|ous then | of such | a one?
          ,      ,          ,       ,            ,
      No ev|il lost | is wailed,| when it | is gone.
 
ADRIANA
           ,        ,          ,        ,       ,
      Ah* but | I think | him bet|ter than | I say;
           ,            ,      ,         ,           ,
      And yet | would here|in oth|ers' eyes | were worse:
       ,               ,         ,    T    T   . T
      Far from | her nest | the lap|wing cries away;
           ,       ,                 ,           ,          ,
      My heart | prays for | him, though | my tongue | do curse.
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
             ,         ,          ,             ,          ,
      Here* go:| the desk,| the purse,| sweet* now | make^haste.
 
LUCIANA
             ,          ,           ,
      How* hast | thou lost | thy breath?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
                                             ,         ,
                                         By run|ning fast.
 
ADRIANA
        ,             ,       ,   2    ,        ,
      Where is | thy mast|er Dro|mio? Is | he well?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
       ,             ,       ,        ,            ,
      No, he's | in Tar|tar lim|bo, worse | than hell:
          x       2    ,     ,       ,           x
      A devil | in an ev|erlast|ing gar|ment hath him;  ??
       ,           T    T    .  T         ,          ,
      One whose^|hard heart is but|toned up | with steel:
          ,        ,       ,     ,          ,
      A fiend,| a fai|ry, pit|iless | and rough:
          ,          ,        ,       ,         ,
      A wolf,| nay worse,| a fel|low all | in buff:
          ,      ,          ,         ,        ,           ,      ___    oo
      A back-|friend, a | shoulder-|clapper,| one that | counter|mands |
           ,     ,        ,          ,     ___    ,        ___    oo
      The pas|sages | of al|leys, creeks,| and | narrow | lands:|    (oct with prev)
          ,            ,      ,     2       T    T    T          ,
      A hound | that runs | counter, and | yet draws dry|foot* well,
       ,      2     ,          ,         ,          T    T    .   T
      One that be|fore the | judgment | carries | poor souls to hell. (hex with prev)
 
ADRIANA
Why man, what is the matter?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I do not know the matter, he is rested on the case.
 
ADRIANA
What is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
I know not at whose suit he is arrested well; but he's in a suit of buff which 'rested him, that can I tell, will you send him mistress redemption, the money in his desk.
 
ADRIANA
           ,         ,         ,        ,      ,
      Go fetch | it sis|ter: this | I wond|er at,
            ,       ,         ,           ,        ,
      Thus he | unknown | to me | should be | in debt:
        ,        ,          ,       ,       ,
      Tell me,| was he | arrest|ed on | a band?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE  (these are oct)
      ___   __       ,    oo        ,       ,         ,     oo
      Not | on | a band,|    | but on | a stron|ger thing:|
          ,     oo       ,     oo       ,          ,         ,    oo
      A chain,|    | a chain,|    | do you | not hear | it ring.|
 
ADRIANA
What, the chain?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE   (next few lines are oct)
      __   __         ,    oo         ,         ,          ,
      No,| no,| the bell:|    |'tis time | that I | were gone:|
      <- ,        ___    ,        ,        oo        ,     .    T      T     T    oo
        It was || two | ere I | left him,|    | and now | the clock strikes one.|
 
ADRIANA
            ,      __     __    oo         ,       ,       ,
      The hours | come | back,|    | that did | I nev|er hear.
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
      <-    ,        ,     ,      ,       ,          ,           ,         ,      ,
        Oh yes,|| if an|y ho|ur meet | a ser|geant, he | turns^back | for ve|ry fear.
 
ADRIANA
       ,       __      ,        __          ,       ,           ,      o
      As if | Time | were in | debt:| how fond|ly dost | thou reas|on?
 
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
            ,      ,      ,          ,           ,        2       ,         ,      o
      Time^is | a ve|ry bank|rupt*, and | owes^more | than he's worth | to seas|on.
      ___     ,       ___    ___         ,          ,           ,    oo
      Nay,| he's a | thief | too:| have you | not heard | men* say,|
             ,            ,        ,   __    ___    ___   ___   oo
      That Time | comes^stea|ling on | by | night | and | day?|
       ,      ,        ,         ___     ,       ,          ,       ___
      If I | be in | debt and | theft,| and a | sergeant | in the | way,
            ,        ,       ,          ,        ,     ,      ,    oo
      Hath^he | not reas|on to | turn^back | an ho|ur in | a day?|
 
[Enter LUCIANA with a purse]
 
ADRIANA
           ,   2      ,           ,        ,           ,
      Go* Dro|mio, there's | the mon|ey, bear | it straight,
            ,          ,        ,       ,  2    ,
      And bring | thy mast|er home | immed|iately.
        ,   ,                 ,        ,              ,
      Come sis/ter, I | am pressed | down with | conceit:
           ,        ,        ,        ,    ,
      Conceit,| my com|fort and | my in|jury.
 
[Exeunt]

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