The Comedy of Errors The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.] · William Shakespeare
NOTES: IV, 2.
SCENE II.] SCENE III. Pope. 2: _austerely_] _assuredly_ Heath conj. 4: _or sad or_] _sad_ Capell. _merrily_] _merry_ Collier MS. 6: _Of_] F2 F3 F4. _Oh,_ F1. 7: _you_] _you; you_ Capell. _no_] _a_ Rowe. 18: _his_] _it’s_ Rowe. 22: _in mind_] F1. _the mind_ F2 F3 F4. 26: _herein_] _he in_ Hanmer. 29: SCENE IV. Pope. _sweet_] _swift_ Collier MS. 33: _hath him_] _hath him fell_ Collier MS. _hath him by the heel_ Spedding conj. 34: _One_] F2 F3 F4. _On_ F1. After this line Collier MS. inserts: _Who knows no touch of mercy, cannot feel_. 35: _fury_] Pope, ed. 2 (Theobald). _Fairie_ Ff. 37: _countermands_] _commands_ Theobald. 38: _of_] _and_ Collier MS. _alleys_] _allies_ Ff. _lands_] _lanes_ Grey conj. See note (V). 37, 38: _countermands The ... lands_] _his court maintains I’ the ... lanes_ Becket conj. 42, 45: _’rested_] Theobald. _rested_ Ff. 43: _Tell_] _Well, tell_ Edd. conj. 44: _arrested well;_] F1. _arrested, well;_ F2 F3. _arrested: well:_ F4. 45: _But he’s_] F3 F4. _But is_ F1 F2. _But ’a’s_ Edd. conj. _can I_] F1 F2. _I can_ F3 F4. 46: _mistress, redemption_] Hanmer. _Mistris redemption_ F1 F2 F3. _Mistris Redemption_ F4. See note (VI). 48: _That_] _Thus_ F1. 49, 50: _band_] _bond_ Rowe. 50: _but on_] _but_ Pope. 54-62: Put in the margin as spurious by Pope. 55: _hear_] _here_ F1. 56: _’a turns_] _it turns_ Pope. _he turns_ Capell. 58: _bankrupt_] _bankrout_ Ff. _to season_] om. Pope. 61: _Time_] Rowe. _I_ Ff. _he_ Malone. _’a_ Staunton. 62: _an hour_] _any hour_ Collier MS.
_Ant. S._ What, thou meanest an officer? _Dro. S._ Ay, sir, the sergeant of the band; he that brings any man to answer it that breaks his band; one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, ’God give you good rest!’ 30 _Ant. S._ Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any ship puts forth to-night? may we be gone? _Dro. S._ Why, sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the bark Expedition put forth to-night; and then were you hindered by the sergeant, to tarry for the hoy Delay. 35 Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. _Ant. S._ The fellow is distract, and so am I; And here we wander in illusions: Some blessed power deliver us from hence! _Enter a _Courtezan_._ _Cour._ Well met, well met, Master Antipholus. 40 I see, sir, you have found the goldsmith now: Is that the chain you promised me to-day? _Ant. S._ Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not. _Dro. S._ Master, is this Mistress Satan? _Ant. S._ It is the devil. 45 _Dro. S._ Nay, she is worse, she is the devil’s dam; and here she comes in the habit of a light wench: and thereof comes that the wenches say, ‘God damn me;’ that’s as much to say, ‘God make me a light wench.’ It is written, they appear to men like angels of light: light is an effect of 50 fire, and fire will burn; ergo, light wenches will burn. Come not near her.
_Cour._ Now, out of doubt Antipholus is mad, Else would he never so demean himself. A ring he hath of mine worth forty ducats, And for the same he promised me a chain: Both one and other he denies me now. 80 The reason that I gather he is mad,-- Besides this present instance of his rage,-- Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner, Of his own doors being shut against his entrance. Belike his wife, acquainted with his fits, 85 On purpose shut the doors against his way. My way is now to his home to his house, And tell his wife that, being lunatic, He rush’d into my house, and took perforce My ring away. This course I fittest choose; 90 For forty ducats is too much to lose. [_Exit._
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