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The Comedy of Errors Page: 18
And as a bud Ile take thee, and there lie:
And in that glorious supposition thinke,
He gaines by death, that hath such meanes to die:
Let Loue, being light, be drowned if she sinke
Luc. What are you mad, that you doe reason so?
Ant. Not mad, but mated, how I doe not know
Luc. It is a fault that springeth from your eie
Ant. For gazing on your beames faire sun being by
Luc. Gaze when you should, and that will cleere
your sight
Ant. As good to winke sweet loue, as looke on night
Luc. Why call you me loue? Call my sister so
Ant. Thy sisters sister
Luc. That's my sister
Ant. No: it is thy selfe, mine owne selfes better part:
Mine eies cleere eie, my deere hearts deerer heart;
My foode, my fortune, and my sweet hopes aime;
My sole earths heauen, and my heauens claime
Luc. All this my sister is, or else should be
Ant. Call thy selfe sister sweet, for I am thee:
Thee will I loue, and with thee lead my life;
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife:
Giue me thy hand
Luc. Oh soft sir, hold you still:
Ile fetch my sister to get her good will.
Enter.
Enter Dromio, Siracusia.
Ant. Why how now Dromio, where run'st thou so
fast?
S.Dro. Doe you know me sir? Am I Dromio? Am I
your man? Am I my selfe?
Ant. Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art
thy selfe
Dro. I am an asse, I am a womans man, and besides
my selfe
Ant. What womans man? and how besides thy
selfe?
Dro. Marrie sir, besides my selfe, I am due to a woman:
One that claimes me, one that haunts me, one that will
haue me
Anti. What claime laies she to thee?
Dro. Marry sir, such claime as you would lay to your
horse, and she would haue me as a beast, not that I beeing
a beast she would haue me, but that she being a verie
beastly creature layes claime to me
Anti. What is she?
Dro. A very reuerent body: I such a one, as a man
may not speake of, without he say sir reuerence, I haue
but leane lucke in the match, and yet is she a wondrous
fat marriage
Anti. How dost thou meane a fat marriage?
Dro. Marry sir, she's the Kitchin wench, & al grease,
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