Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 479 words
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Not know my voice, oh times extremity Hast thou so cracked and split my poor tongue In seven short years, that here my only son Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In sap-consuming Winter's drizled snow, And all the Conduits of my blood froze up: Yet hath my night of life some memory: My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left; My dull deaf ears a little use to hear: All these old witnesses, I cannot err. Tell me, thou art my son Antipholus. I never saw my Father in my life. But seven years since, in Siracusa boy Thou knowst we parted, but perhaps my son, Thou sham'st to acknowledge me in misery. The Duke, and all that know me in the City, Can witness with me that it is not so. I ne'er saw Siracusa in my life. I tell thee Syracusan, twenty years Have I been Patron to Antipholus, During which time, he ne'er saw Siracusa: I see thy age and dangers make thee dote. Most mighty Duke, behold a man much wronged. I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me. One of these men is genius to the other: And so of these, which is the natural man, And which the spirit? Who deciphers them? I Sir am Dromio, command him away. I Sir am Dromio, pray let me stay. Egeon art thou not? or else his ghost. Oh my old Master, who hath bound him here? Who ever bound him, I will lose his bonds, And gain a husband by his liberty: Speak old Aegeon, if thou be'st the man That hadst a wife once called Aemilia, That bore thee at a burden two fair sons? Oh if thou be'st the same Aegeon, speak: And speak unto the same Aemilia. Why here begins his Morning story right: These two Antipholus, these two so like, And these two Dromio's, one in semblance: Besides her urging of her wrack at sea, These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. If I dream not, thou art Aemilia, If thou art she, tell me, where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal rafte. By men of Epidamnum, he, and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken up; But by and by, rude Fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio, and my son from them, And me they left with those of Epidamnum. What then became of them, I cannot tell: I, to this fortune that you see me in. Antipholus thou cam'st from Corinth first. No sir, not I, I came from Siracuse. Stay, stand apart, I know not which is which. I came from Corinth my most gracious Lord And I with him. Brought to this Town by that most famous Warrior, Duke Menaphon, your most renowned Uncle.
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Not know my voice, oh times etremity Haſt thou ſo crack'd and ſplitted my poore tongue In ſeuen ſhort yeares, that heere my onely ſonne Knowes not my feeble key of vntun'd cares? Though now this grained face of mine be hid In ſap-conſuming Winters drizled ſnow, And all the Conduits of my blood froze vp: Yet hath my night of life ſome memorie: My waſting lampes ſome fading glimmer left; My dull deafe eares a little vſe to heare: All theſe old witneſſes, I cannot erre. Tell me, thou art my ſonne Antipholus. I neuer ſaw my Father in my life. But ſeuen yeares ſince, in Siracuſa boy Thou know'ſt we parted, but perhaps my ſonne, Thou ſham'ſt to acknowledge me in miſerie. The Duke, and all that know me in the City, Can witneſſe with me that it is not ſo. I ne're ſaw Siracuſa in my life. I tell thee Siracuſian, twentie yeares Haue I bin Patron to Antipholus, During which time, he ne're ſaw Siracuſa: I ſee thy age and dangers make thee dote. Moſt mightie Duke, behold a man much wrong'd. I ſee two husbands, or mine eyes deceiue me. One of theſe men is genius to the other: And ſo of theſe, which is the naturall man, And which the ſpirit? Who deciphers them? I Sir am Dromio, command him away. I Sir am Dromio, pray let me ſtay. Egeon art thou not? or elſe his ghoſt. Oh my olde Maſter, who hath bound him heere? Who euer bound him, I will loſe his bonds, And gaine a husband by his libertie: Speake olde Egeon, if thou bee'ſt the man That hadſt a wife once call'd Aemilia, That bore thee at a burthen two faire ſonnes? Oh if thou bee'ſt the ſame Egeon, ſpeake: And ſpeake vnto the ſame Aemilia. Why heere begins his Morning ſtorie right: Theſe two Antipholus, theſe two ſo like, And theſe two Dromio's, one in ſemblance: Beſides her vrging of her wracke at ſea, Theſe are the parents to theſe children, Which accidentally are met together. If I dreame not, thou art Aemilia, If thou art ſhe, tell me, where is that ſonne That floated with thee on the fatall rafte. By men of Epidamium, he, and I, And the twin Dromio, all were taken vp; But by and by, rude Fiſhermen of Corinth By force tooke Dromio, and my ſonne from them, And me they left with thoſe of Epidamium. What then became of them, I cannot tell: I, to this fortune that you ſee mee in. Antipholus thou cam'ſt from Corinth firſt. No ſir, not I, I came from Siracuſe. Stay, ſtand apart, I know not which is which. I came from Corinth my moſt gracious Lord And I with him. Brought to this Town by that moſt famous Warriour, Duke Menaphon, your moſt renowned Vnckle.