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... tell your master . DRO . E. ' Faith , no ; he comes too late : O , Lord , I must laugh ! 50 Have at you with a proverb : Shall I set in my staff ? LUCE . [ within . ] Have at you with another ! that's When ? can you tell ? DRO . S ...
... tell your master . DRO . E. ' Faith , no ; he comes too late : O , Lord , I must laugh ! 50 Have at you with a proverb : Shall I set in my staff ? LUCE . [ within . ] Have at you with another ! that's When ? can you tell ? DRO . S ...
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... tell her , in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry , There is a purse of ducats : let her send it . Tell her I am arrested in the street , And that shall bail me . Hie thee , slave ; begone . On , Officer , to prison till ...
... tell her , in the desk That's cover'd o'er with Turkish tapestry , There is a purse of ducats : let her send it . Tell her I am arrested in the street , And that shall bail me . Hie thee , slave ; begone . On , Officer , to prison till ...
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... tell me yet , dost thou not know my voice ? ANT . E. Neither . ¨¡GE . Dromio , nor thou ? DRO . E. No , trust me , Sir , nor I. ¨¡GE . I am sure thou dost . 300 DRO . E. Ay , Sir , but I am sure I do not ; and whatso- ever a man denies ...
... tell me yet , dost thou not know my voice ? ANT . E. Neither . ¨¡GE . Dromio , nor thou ? DRO . E. No , trust me , Sir , nor I. ¨¡GE . I am sure thou dost . 300 DRO . E. Ay , Sir , but I am sure I do not ; and whatso- ever a man denies ...
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Abbess Abbey ACT V Sc ¨¡GE ¨¡GEON ANGELO ANTIPHOLUS and DROMIO ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse arrested Balthazar bear beat blows bondman bound break brother Centaur chain COMEDY OF ERRORS Corinth COUR deny didst thou din'd dine door dost thou doth DROMIO of Ephesus DROMIO of Syracuse ducats DUKE ears Enter ADRIANA Enter ANTIPHOLUS Enter DROMIO Epidamium Exeunt exit fetch Gaoler gold goldsmith hair hath hence hie thee home to dinner hour House of ANTIPHOLUS husband II Sc IV Sc lock'd LUCE LUCIANA Marry Mart Merchant merry mountebank ne'er never Officer pate PINCH Porpentine pray quoth return'd rope's-end SCENE sconce sent shame Signior sister slave SOLINUS speak stay sweet Syracusian tell there's thou art thou hast thousand marks thyself to-day Town unto villain wench wherefore wife wrong ¥É¥É¥Ï