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The Comedy of Errors: Act 4, Scene 2

The Comedy of Errors
Act 4, Scene 2

A room in the house of Antipholus of Ephesus.

  1. Enter Adriana and Luciana.

Adriana

2 - 7
  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

8
  1. First he denied you had in him no right.

Adriana

9
  1. He meant he did me none: the more my spite.

Luciana

10
  1. Then swore he that he was a stranger here.

Adriana

11
  1. And true he swore, though yet forsworn he were.

Luciana

12
  1. Then pleaded I for you.

Adriana

13
  1.                         And what said he?

Luciana

14
  1. That love I begg’d for you, he begg’d of me.

Adriana

15
  1. With what persuasion did he tempt thy love?

Luciana

16 - 17
  1. With words that in an honest suit might move.
  2. First he did praise my beauty, then my speech.

Adriana

18
  1. Didst speak him fair?

Luciana

19
  1.                       Have patience, I beseech.

Adriana

20 - 25
  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

26 - 27
  1. Who would be jealous then of such a one?
  2. No evil lost is wail’d when it is gone.

Adriana

28 - 31
  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

33
  1. Here, go: the desk, the purse! Sweat now, make haste!

Luciana

34
  1. How hast thou lost thy breath?

Dromio of Syracuse

35
  1.                                By running fast.

Adriana

36
  1. Where is thy master, Dromio? Is he well?

Dromio of Syracuse

37 - 45
  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

46
  1. Why, man, what is the matter?

Dromio of Syracuse

47
  1. I do not know the matter, he is ’rested on the case.

Adriana

48
  1. What, is he arrested? Tell me at whose suit.

Dromio of Syracuse

49 - 51
  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

52 - 56
  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

57 - 58
  1. Not on a band but on a stronger thing:
  2. A chain, a chain! Do you not hear it ring?

Adriana

59
  1. What, the chain?

Dromio of Syracuse

60 - 61
  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

62
  1. The hours come back! That did I never hear.

Dromio of Syracuse

63
  1. O yes, if any hour meet a sergeant, ’a turns back for very fear.

Adriana

64
  1. As if Time were in debt! How fondly dost thou reason!

Dromio of Syracuse

65 - 69
  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

71 - 74
  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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