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And pay the sum that may deliver me. Duke Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt. Aegeon
Is not your name, sir, callād Antipholus?
And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
Within this hour I was his bondman, sir,
But he, I thank him, gnawād in two my cords:
Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
For lately we were bound, as you are now.
You are not Pinchās patient, are you, sir?
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with timeās deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
Not know my voice! O timeās extremity,
Hast thou so crackād and splitted 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 winterās drizzled 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 witnessesā āI cannot errā ā
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
But seven years since, in Syracusa, boy,
Thou knowāst we parted: but perhaps, my son,
Thou shamest 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 neāer saw Syracusa in my life.
I tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
Have I been patron to Antipholus,
During which time he neāer saw Syracusa:
I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.
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?
Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
And gain a husband by his liberty.
Speak, old Aegeon, if thou beāst the man
That hadst a wife once callād Aemilia
That bore thee at a burden two fair sons:
O, if thou beāst the same Aegeon, speak,
And speak unto the same Aemilia!
If I dream not, thou art Aemilia:
If thou art she, tell me where is that son
That floated with thee on the fatal raft?
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.
Why, here begins his morning story right:
These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
And these two Dromios, one in semblanceā ā
Besides her urging of her wreck at seaā ā
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?
Brought to this town by that most famous warrior,
Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle.
And so do I; yet did she call me so:
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother. To Luciana. What I told you then,
I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream I see and hear.
I sent you money, sir, to be your bail,
By Dromio; but I think he brought it not.
This purse of ducats I received from you
And Dromio my man did bring them me.
I see we still did meet each otherās man,
And I was taāen for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors are arose.
Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains
To go with us into the abbey here
And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes:
And all that are assembled in this place,
That by this sympathized one dayās error
Have sufferād wrong, go keep us company,
And we shall make full satisfaction.
Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail
Of you, my sons; and till this present hour
My heavy burden neāer delivered.
The duke, my husband and my children both,
And you the calendars of their nativity,
Go to a gossipsā feast, and go with me;
After so long grief, such festivity!
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