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... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witness . Adr . Say , didft thou fpeak with him ? know't thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
... Dromio of Ephefus . Adr . Say , is your tardy master now at hand ? E. Dro . Nay , he's at two hands with me , and that my two ears can witness . Adr . Say , didft thou fpeak with him ? know't thou his mind ? E. Dro . Ay , ay , he told ...
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... Dromio is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful flave Is wander'd forth in care to feek me out . By computation , and mine hoft's report , I could not speak with Dromio , fince at firft I fent him from the mart . See , here he ...
... Dromio is laid up Safe at the Centaur ; and the heedful flave Is wander'd forth in care to feek me out . By computation , and mine hoft's report , I could not speak with Dromio , fince at firft I fent him from the mart . See , here he ...
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... Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? [ you ! Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he did buffet thee ; and in his blows Deny'd my house for his , me for his wife . Ant . Did you converse , Sir ...
... Dromio home to dinner . Ant . By Dromio ? S. Dro . By me ? [ you ! Adr . By thee ; and thus thou didst return from him , That he did buffet thee ; and in his blows Deny'd my house for his , me for his wife . Ant . Did you converse , Sir ...
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... Dromio , go bid the fervants fpread for dinner * . Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye , and weep , Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn . Come , Sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate ...
... Dromio , go bid the fervants fpread for dinner * . Adr . Come , come , no longer will I be a fool , To put the finger in the eye , and weep , Whilft man and mafter laugh my woes to fcorn . Come , Sir , to dinner ; Dromio , keep the gate ...
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... Dromio of Ephefus , Angelo , and Balthazar . E. Ant . GOOD Signior Angelo , you must excuse us ; My wife is fhrewish when I keep not hours ; Say , that I linger'd with you at your shop To fee the making of her carkanet ; And that to ...
... Dromio of Ephefus , Angelo , and Balthazar . E. Ant . GOOD Signior Angelo , you must excuse us ; My wife is fhrewish when I keep not hours ; Say , that I linger'd with you at your shop To fee the making of her carkanet ; And that to ...
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