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... Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - brothers , and Dromio of Syracufe , flaves to the two Antipholis's . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to Antipho- lis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmafter , and a ...
... Dromio of Ephefus , Twin - brothers , and Dromio of Syracufe , flaves to the two Antipholis's . Balthazar , a merchant . Angelo , a goldfmith . A Merchant , friend to Antipho- lis of Syracufe . Dr. Pinch , a fchoolmafter , and a ...
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... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
... Dromio . Mer . Therefore give out , you are of Epidamnum , Left that your goods too foon be confifcate . This very day , a Syracufan merchant Is apprehended for arrival here ; And , not being able to buy out his life , According to the ...
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... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
... Dromio . Ant . A trufty villain , Sir , that very oft , When I am dull with care and melancholy , Lightens my humour with his merry jefts . What , will you walk with me about the town , And then go to the inn , and dine with me ? Mer ...
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... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? foolishness ; E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave ...
... Dromio , come , these jefts are out of feafon ; Referve them till a merrier hour than this . Where is the gold I gave in charge to thee ? foolishness ; E. Dro . To me , Sir ? why , you gave no gold to me . Ant . Come on , Sir Knave ...
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... Dromio . ' Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this . town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the ...
... Dromio . ' Ant . Upon my life , by fome device or other , The villain is o'er - wrought of all my money . They fay , this . town is full of cozenage ; As nimble jugglers that deceive the eye ; Drug - working forcerers that change the ...
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