No Fear Shakespeare
The Comedy of Errors
Get this No Fear to go!
Act 3, Scene 1, Page 5
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ADRIANA
(within) Your wife, sir knave? Go, get you from the door.
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ADRIANA
(from offstage) Your wife, you scoundrel? Get away from the door.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
If you went in pain, master, this knave would go sore.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
If she punishes you, master, she’s sure to punish me.
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ANGELO
Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome. We would
fain have either.
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ANGELO
It looks like we’re not going to get food or welcome here.
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BALTHASAR
In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.
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BALTHASAR
We argued about which was best, and now we won’t get either one.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
They stand at the door, master. Bid them welcome hither.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Master, your guests are just standing here. Tell them they’re welcome.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
There’s something strange in the air that’s keeping us from getting in.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
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.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
And if your clothes were as thin as mine, you’d really feel the air. The food inside is warm, but you’re out here freezing. It would make any man as mad as a bull to be betrayed like this.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go, fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate.
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ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS
Go get me something I can use to break down the door.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
(within) Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
(from offstage) Break anything here and I’ll break your head.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
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.
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DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I’ll break words with you, sir. And since words are just wind, I’ll be breaking wind right in your face.
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
(within) It seems thou want’st breaking. Out upon thee, hind!
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DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
(from offstage) It seems you’re the one who needs to be broken. Be off with you, you dog!
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