The Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare
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page 37 of 84 (44%)
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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 |
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