Speeches (Lines) for Dromio of Ephesus
in "Comedy of Errors"

Total: 63

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1

I,2,208

Return'd so soon! rather approach'd too late:
The capon burns, the pig falls from the spit,
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;
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.

2

I,2,220

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.

3

I,2,227

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,
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.

4

I,2,236

To me, sir? why, you gave no gold to me.

5

I,2,239

My charge was but to fetch you from the mart
Home to your house, the Phoenix, sir, to dinner:
My mistress and her sister stays for you.

6

I,2,246

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,
Perchance you will not bear them patiently.

7

I,2,252

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.

8

I,2,257

What mean you, sir? for God's sake, hold your hands!
Nay, and you will not, sir, I'll take my heels.

9

II,1,318

Nay, he's at two hands with me, and that my two ears
can witness.

10

II,1,321

Ay, ay, he told his mind upon mine ear:
Beshrew his hand, I scarce could understand it.

11

II,1,324

Nay, he struck so plainly, I could too well feel his
blows; and withal so doubtfully that I could scarce
understand them.

12

II,1,329

Why, mistress, sure my master is horn-mad.

13

II,1,331

I mean not cuckold-mad;
But, sure, he is stark mad.
When I desired him to come home to dinner,
He ask'd me for a thousand marks in gold:
'Tis dinner-time,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he;
'Your meat doth burn,' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he:
'Will you come home?' quoth I; 'My gold!' quoth he.
'Where is the thousand marks I gave thee, villain?'
'The pig,' quoth I, 'is burn'd;' 'My gold!' quoth he:
'My mistress, sir' quoth I; 'Hang up thy mistress!
I know not thy mistress; out on thy mistress!'

14

II,1,343

Quoth my master:
'I know,' quoth he, 'no house, no wife, no mistress.'
So that my errand, due unto my tongue,
I thank him, I bare home upon my shoulders;
For, in conclusion, he did beat me there.

15

II,1,349

Go back again, and be new beaten home?
For God's sake, send some other messenger.

16

II,1,352

And he will bless that cross with other beating:
Between you I shall have a holy head.

17

II,1,355

Am I so round with you as you with me,
That like a football you do spurn me thus?
You spurn me hence, and he will spurn me hither:
If I last in this service, you must case me in leather.

18

III,1,622

Say what you will, sir, but I know what I know;
That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to show:
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave were ink,
Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

19

III,1,627

Marry, so it doth appear
By the wrongs I suffer and the blows I bear.
I should kick, being kick'd; and, being at that pass,
You would keep from my heels and beware of an ass.

20

III,1,644

Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicel, Gillian, Ginn!

21

III,1,651

What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
the street.

22

III,1,664

O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
name for an ass.

23

III,1,671

Let my master in, Luce.

24

III,1,674

O Lord, I must laugh!
Have at you with a proverb—Shall I set in my staff?

25

III,1,683

So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.

26

III,1,686

Master, knock the door hard.

27

III,1,696

If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.

28

III,1,700

They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.

29

III,1,702

You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought and sold.

30

III,1,708

A man may break a word with you, sir, and words are but wind,
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.

31

III,1,712

Here's too much 'out upon thee!' I pray thee,
let me in.

32

III,1,716

A crow without feather? Master, mean you so?
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a feather;
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.

33

IV,1,973

I buy a thousand pound a year: I buy a rope.

34

IV,4,1259

Here's that, I warrant you, will pay them all.

35

IV,4,1261

Why, sir, I gave the money for the rope.

36

IV,4,1263

I'll serve you, sir, five hundred at the rate.

37

IV,4,1265

To a rope's-end, sir; and to that end am I returned.

38

IV,4,1269

Nay, 'tis for me to be patient; I am in adversity.

39

IV,4,1271

Nay, rather persuade him to hold his hands.

40

IV,4,1273

I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
your blows.

41

IV,4,1277

I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
ears. I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.

42

IV,4,1290

Mistress, 'respice finem,' respect your end; or
rather, the prophecy like the parrot, 'beware the
rope's-end.'

43

IV,4,1320

Sir, sooth to say, you did not dine at home.

44

IV,4,1322

Perdie, your doors were lock'd and you shut out.

45

IV,4,1324

Sans fable, she herself reviled you there.

46

IV,4,1326

Certes, she did; the kitchen-vestal scorn'd you.

47

IV,4,1328

In verity you did; my bones bear witness,
That since have felt the vigour of his rage.

48

IV,4,1336

Money by me! heart and goodwill you might;
But surely master, not a rag of money.

49

IV,4,1341

God and the rope-maker bear me witness
That I was sent for nothing but a rope!

50

IV,4,1349

And, gentle master, I received no gold;
But I confess, sir, that we were lock'd out.

51

IV,4,1380

Master, I am here entered in bond for you.

52

IV,4,1382

Will you be bound for nothing? be mad, good master:
cry 'The devil!'

53

V,1,1713

Sir, he dined with her there, at the Porpentine.

54

V,1,1727

Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.

55

V,1,1731

Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
For lately we were bound, as you are now
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?

56

V,1,1742

No, trust me, sir, nor I.

57

V,1,1744

Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
man denies, you are now bound to believe him.

58

V,1,1778

I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.

59

V,1,1808

And I with him.

60

V,1,1828

No, none by me.

61

V,1,1865

Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?

62

V,1,1869

That's a question: how shall we try it?

63

V,1,1871

Nay, then, thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

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