With all my heart, I'll gossip at this feast.

It shall not need; thy father hath his life.

Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which.

Why, here begins his morning story right;
These two Antipholuses, these two so like,
And these two Dromios, one in semblance,--
Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,--
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.
Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first?

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 tell thee, Syracusian, twenty years
Have I been patron to Antipholus,
During which time he ne'er saw Syracusa:
I see thy age and dangers make thee dote.

Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.

Why, this is strange. Go call the abbess hither.
I think you are all mated or stark mad.

Saw'st thou him enter at the abbey here?

Why, what an intricate impeach is this!
I think you all have drunk of Circe's cup.
If here you housed him, here he would have been;
If he were mad, he would not plead so coldly:
You say he dined at home; the goldsmith here
Denies that saying. Sirrah ...

But had he such a chain of thee or no?

A grievous fault! Say, woman, didst thou so?

Discover how, and thou shalt find me just.

Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!

Long since thy husband served me in my wars,
And I to thee engaged a prince's word,
When thou didst make him master of thy bed,
To do him all the grace and good I could.
Go, some of you, knock at the abbey-gate
And bid the lady abbess ...

She is a virtuous and a reverend lady:
It cannot be that she hath done thee wrong.

Yet once again proclaim it publicly,
If any friend will pay the sum for him,
He shall not die; so much we tender him.

Hapless AEgeon, whom the fates have mark'd
To bear the extremity of dire mishap!
Now, trust me, were it not against our laws,
Against my crown, my oath, my dignity,
Which princes, would they, may not disannul,
My soul would sue as advocate for thee.
But, though thou art ...

And for the sake of them thou sorrowest for,
Do me the favour to dilate at full
What hath befall'n of them and thee till now.

Nay, forward, old man; do not break off so;
For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

Well, Syracusian, say in brief the cause
Why thou departed'st from thy native home
And for what cause thou camest to Ephesus.

Merchant of Syracuse, plead no more;
I am not partial to infringe our laws:
The enmity and discord which of late
Sprung from the rancorous outrage of your duke
To merchants, our well-dealing countrymen,
Who wanting guilders to redeem their lives
Have seal'd his rigorous statutes with their bloods ...