Servant
Mistress, upon my life, I tell you true;
I have not breathed almost since I did see it.
He cries for you, and vows, if he can take you,
To scorch your face and to disfigure you.
Cry within
Hark, hark! I hear him, mistress. fly, be gone!
DUKE SOLINUS
Come, stand by me; fear nothing. Guard with halberds!
ADRIANA
Ay me, it is my husband! Witness you,
That he is borne about invisible:
Even now we housed him in the abbey here;
And now he’s there, past thought of human reason.
July 26, 2008 at 2:02 am |
[...] Comedy of Errors: “There’s nothing situate under heaven’s eye” (2.1.15-25); “Dost thou not know? — nothing sir, but that I am beaten.”, “something that you gave me for nothing”, “I’ll make you amends next to give you nothing for something.” (2.2.39-54); “And welcome more common; for that’s nothing but words” (3.1.21-25); “that chain will I bestow– be it for nothing but to spite my wife–” (3.1.114-121); “Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing half so clean kept” 3.2.[864]; “Thou art sensible in nothing but blows”, “I have nothing at his hands for my service but blows.” (4.4.26-39); “I was sent for nothing but a rope!” (4.4.87-94); “Will you be bound for nothing?” (4.4.125-129); “Come, stand by me; fear nothing” (5.1.179-189). [...]