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I’ll weep what’s left away, and weeping die.

Luc.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy?

Exeunt.

¶

Enter Antipholus Erotes [of Syracuse].

S. Ant.

The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up

Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave

Is wand’red forth, in care to seek me out.

By computation and mine host’s report,

I could not speak with Dromio since at first

I sent him from the mart! See, here he comes.

Enter Dromio [of] Syracusa.

How now, sir, is your merry humor alter’d?

As you love strokes, so jest with me again.

You know no Centaur? You receiv’d no gold?

Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner?

My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad,

That thus so madly thou didst answer me?

S. Dro.

What answer, sir? when spake I such a word?

S. Ant.

Even now, even here, not half an hour since.

S. Dro.

I did not see you since you sent me hence

Home to the Centaur with the gold you gave me.

S. Ant.

Villain, thou didst deny the gold’s receipt,

And toldst me of a mistress, and a dinner,