The Comedy of Errors

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with light weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

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

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note, to drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.

Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offered fallacy.

If the skin were parchment and the blows you gave were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.

I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.

O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last, And careful hours with Time's deformed hand Have written strange defeatures in my face. But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?

If she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.

Teach me, dear creature, how to think and speak; Lay open to my earthy-gross conceit, Smother'd in errors, feeble, shallow, weak, The folded meaning of your words' deceit.

Yet this my comfort: when your words are done, My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

What is the course and drift of your compact?

Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking, mad or well-advised? Known unto these, and to myself disguised? I'll say as they say, and persever so, And in this mist at all adventures go.

But here must end the story of my life, And happy were I in my timely death Could all my travels warrant me they live.

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

Return'd so soon! Rather approached too late: the capron 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 hot because the meat is cold; the meat is cold because you have no stomach, you have no stomach, having broke your fast; but we, that know what 'tis to fast and pray, are pentent for your default today.

I, sir, am Dromio; command him away. I, sir, am Dromio; pray, let me stay.

Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

The venom clamours of a jealous woman Poisons more deadly than a mad dog's tooth.

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.

Mientras encuentra pues a quien he extrañado tanto me arriesgo a perder a quien tanto amo.