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Wear gold, and no man that hath a name Exeunt.
But falsehood and corruption doth it shame.
Since that my beauty cannot please his eye,
I’ll weep what’s left away, and weeping die. [115]
LUCIANA
How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!
Scene II IT
Enter Antipholus [of Syracuse].
ANTIPHOLUS S.
The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur, and the heedful slave
Is wandered forth in care to seek me out
By computation and mine host’s report.
I could not speak with Dromio since at first [5]
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
How now, sir. Is your merry humour altered?
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
You know no Centaur? You received no gold?
Your mistress sent to have me home to dinner? [10]
My house was at the Phoenix? Wast thou mad
That thus so madly thou didst answer me?
DROMIO S.
What answer, sir? When spake I such a word?
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Even now, even here, not half an hour since.
DROMIO S.
I did not see you since you sent me hence [15]
Home to the Centaur with the gold you gave me.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
