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The Comedy of Errors: Act IV, Scene 2

The Comedy of Errors
Act IV, Scene 2

A room in the house of Antipholus of Ephesus.

  1. Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adriana

1 - 6
  1. Ah, Luciana, did he tempt thee so?
  2. Mightst thou perceive austerely in his eye
  3. That he did plead in earnest? Yea or no?
  4. Look’d he or red or pale, or sad or merrily?
  5. What observation mad’st thou in this case
  6. Of his heart’s meteors tilting in his face?

Luciana

7
  1. First he denied you had in him no right.

Adriana

8
  1. He meant he did me none: the more my spite.

Luciana

9
  1. Then swore he that he was a stranger here.

Adriana

10
  1. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.

Luciana

11
  1. Then pleaded I for you.

Adriana

12
  1.                         And what said he?

Luciana

13
  1. That love I begg’d for you, he begg’d of me.

Adriana

14
  1. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?

Luciana

15 - 16
  1. With words that in an honest suit might move.
  2. First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.

Adriana

17
  1. Didst speak him fair?

Luciana

18
  1.                       Have patience, I beseech.

Adriana

19 - 24
  1. I cannot, nor I will not, hold me still,
  2. My tongue, though not my heart, shall have his will.
  3. He is deformed, crooked, old, and sere,
  4. Ill-fac’d, worse bodied, shapeless every where;
  5. Vicious, ungentle, foolish, blunt, unkind,
  6. Stigmatical in making, worse in mind.

Luciana

25 - 26
  1. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
  2. No evil lost is wail’d when it is gone.

Adriana

27 - 30
  1. Ah, but I think him better than I say,
  2. And yet would herein others’ eyes were worse:
  3. Far from her nest the lapwing cries away;
  4. My heart prays for him, though my tongue do curse.
  1. Enter Dromio of Syracuse.

Dromio of Syracuse

31
  1. Here, go: the desk, the purse! Sweat now, make haste!

Luciana

32
  1. How hast thou lost thy breath?

Dromio of Syracuse

33
  1.                                By running fast.

Adriana

34
  1. Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?

Dromio of Syracuse

35 - 43
  1. No, he’s in Tartar limbo, worse than hell:
  2. A devil in an everlasting garment hath him;
  3. One whose hard heart is button’d up with steel;
  4. A fiend, a fairy, pitiless and rough;
  5. A wolf, nay worse, a fellow all in buff;
  6. A back-friend, a shoulder-clapper, one that countermands
  7. The passages of alleys, creeks, and narrow lands;
  8. A hound that runs counter, and yet draws dry-foot well;
  9. One that before the judgment carries poor souls to hell.

Adriana

44
  1. Why, man, what is the matter?

Dromio of Syracuse

45
  1. I do not know the matter, he is ’rested on the case.

Adriana

46
  1. What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.

Dromio of Syracuse

47 - 49
  1. I know not at whose suit he is arrested well;
  2. But ’a’s in a suit of buff which ’rested him, that can I tell.
  3. Will you send him, mistress, redemption, the money in his desk?

Adriana

50 - 53
  1. Go fetch it, sister.
  2. Exit Luciana.
  3.                      This I wonder at,
  4. That he unknown to me should be in debt.
  5. Tell me, was he arrested on a band?

Dromio of Syracuse

54 - 55
  1. Not on a band but on a stronger thing:
  2. A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?

Adriana

56
  1. What, the chain?

Dromio of Syracuse

57 - 58
  1. No, no, the bell, ’tis time that I were gone:
  2. It was two ere I left him, and now the clock strikes one.

Adriana

59
  1. The hours come back! That did I never hear.

Dromio of Syracuse

60
  1. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, ’a turns back for very fear.

Adriana

61
  1. As if Time were in debt! How fondly dost thou reason!

Dromio of Syracuse

62 - 66
  1. Time is a very bankrupt and owes more than he’s worth to season.
  2. Nay, he’s a thief too: have you not heard men say,
  3. That Time comes stealing on by night and day?
  4. If ’a be in debt and theft, and a sergeant in the way,
  5. Hath he not reason to turn back an hour in a day?
  1. Enter Luciana.

Adriana

67 - 70
  1. Go, Dromio, there’s the money, bear it straight,
  2. And bring thy master home immediately.
  3. Come, sister, I am press’d down with conceit
  4. Conceit, my comfort and my injury.
  1. Exeunt.
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