TPTT The Comedy of Errors: ACT I
Introduction
ACT I
SCENE I. A hall in DUKE SOLINUS'S palace.
SCENE II. The Mart.
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
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SCENE II. The Mart.
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse, DROMIO of Syracuse, and First Merchant
First Merchant
      Therefore give out you are of Epidamnum,
      Lest that your goods too soon be confiscate.
      This very day a Syracusian merchant
      Is apprehended for arrival here;
5     And not being able to buy out his life
      According to the statute of the town,
      Dies ere the weary sun set in the west.
      There is your money that I had to keep.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Go bear it to the Centaur, where we host,
10    And stay there, Dromio, till I come to thee.
      Within this hour it will be dinner-time:
      Till that, I'll view the manners of the town,
      Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings,
      And then return and sleep within mine inn,
15    For with long travel I am stiff and weary.
      Get thee away.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
      Many a man would take you at your word,
      And go indeed, having so good a mean.
Exit
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      A trusty villain, sir, that very oft,
20    When I am dull with care and melancholy,
      Lightens my humour with his merry jests.
      What, will you walk with me about the town,
      And then go to my inn and dine with me?
First Merchant
      I am invited, sir, to certain merchants,
25    Of whom I hope to make much benefit;
      I crave your pardon. Soon at five o'clock,
      Please you, I'll meet with you upon the mart
      And afterward consort you till bed-time:
      My present business calls me from you now.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
30    Farewell till then: I will go lose myself
      And wander up and down to view the city.
First Merchant
      Sir, I commend you to your own content.
Exit
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      He that commends me to mine own content
      Commends me to the thing I cannot get.
35    I to the world am like a drop of water
      That in the ocean seeks another drop,
      Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
      Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself:
      So I, to find a mother and a brother,
40    In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

Enter DROMIO of Ephesus

      Here comes the almanac of my true date.
      What now? how chance thou art return'd so soon?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
      The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
45    The clock hath strucken twelve upon the bell;
      My mistress made it one upon my cheek:
      She is so hot because the meat is cold;
      The meat is cold because you come not home;
      You come not home because you have no stomach;
50    You have no stomach having broke your fast;
      But we that know what 'tis to fast and pray
      Are penitent for your default to-day.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Stop in your wind, sir: tell me this, I pray:
      Where have you left the money that I gave you?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
55    O,--sixpence, that I had o' Wednesday last
      To pay the saddler for my mistress' crupper?
      The saddler had it, sir; I kept it not.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      I am not in a sportive humour now:
      Tell me, and dally not, where is the money?
60    We being strangers here, how darest thou trust
      So great a charge from thine own custody?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      I pray you, air, as you sit at dinner:
      I from my mistress come to you in post;
      If I return, I shall be post indeed,
65    For she will score your fault upon my pate.
      Methinks your maw, like mine, should be your clock,
      And strike you home without a messenger.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Come, Dromio, come, these jests are out of season;
      Reserve them till a merrier hour than this.
70    Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Come on, sir knave, have done your foolishness,
      And tell me how thou hast disposed thy charge.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
75    Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
      My mistress and her sister stays for you.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      In what safe place you have bestow'd my money,
      Or I shall break that merry sconce of yours
      That stands on tricks when I am undisposed:
80    Where is the thousand marks thou hadst of me?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      I have some marks of yours upon my pate,
      Some of my mistress' marks upon my shoulders,
      But not a thousand marks between you both.
      If I should pay your worship those again,
85    Perchance you will not bear them patiently.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Thy mistress' marks? what mistress, slave, hast thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      Your worship's wife, my mistress at the Phoenix;
      She that doth fast till you come home to dinner,
      And prays that you will hie you home to dinner.
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
90    What, wilt thou flout me thus unto my face,
      Being forbid? There, take you that, sir knave.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
      What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
      Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.
Exit
ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE
      Upon my life, by some device or other
95    The villain is o'er-raught of all my money.
      They say this town is full of cozenage,
      As, nimble jugglers that deceive the eye,
      Dark-working sorcerers that change the mind,
      Soul-killing witches that deform the body,
100   Disguised cheaters, prating mountebanks,
      And many such-like liberties of sin:
      If it prove so, I will be gone the sooner.
      I'll to the Centaur, to go seek this slave:
      I greatly fear my money is not safe.
Exit
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