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    The Comedy Of Errors
    The Comedy Of Errors
    The Comedy Of Errors
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    The Comedy Of Errors

    By Wiliam Shakespeare

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    William Shakespeare was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in late April 1565 and baptised there on 26th April. He was one of eight children. Little is known about his life but what is evident is the enormous contribution he has made to world literature. His writing was progressive, magnificent in scope and breathtaking in execution. His plays and sonnets helped enable the English language to speak with a voice unmatched by any other. William Shakespeare died on April 23rd 1616, survived by his wife and two daughters. He was buried two days after his death in the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church. The epitaph on the slab which covers his grave includes the following passage, Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forbear, To dig the dust enclosed here. Blessed me the man that spares these stones, And cursed be he that moves my bones. Here we publish from 1589 the classic 'The Comedy Of Errors'.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCopyright Group
    Release dateMar 13, 2014
    ISBN9781783943340
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      The Comedy Of Errors - Wiliam Shakespeare

      The Comedy Of Errors by William Shakespeare

      William was born in Stratford-upon-Avon in late April 1565 and baptised there on 26th April. He was one of eight children.  Little is known about his life but what is evident is the enormous contribution he has made to world literature.  His writing was progressive, magnificent in scope and breathtaking in execution.  His plays and sonnets helped enable the English language to speak with a voice unmatched by any other. 

      William Shakespeare died on April 23rd 1616, survived by his wife and two daughters. He was buried two days after his death in the chancel of the Holy Trinity Church. The epitaph on the slab which covers his grave includes the following passage,

      Good friend, for Jesus’s sake forbear,

      To dig the dust enclosed here.

      Blessed me the man that spares these stones,

      And cursed be he that moves my bones.

      Index Of Contents

      Act I

      Act II

      Act II

      Act IV

      Act V

      William Shakespeare – A Short Biography

      William Shakespeare – A Concise Bibliography

      ACT I

      SCENE I. A hall in DUKE SOLINUS'S palace.

      Enter DUKE SOLINUS, AEGEON, Gaoler, Officers, and other Attendants

      AEGEON

      Proceed, Solinus, to procure my fall

      And by the doom of death end woes and all.

      DUKE SOLINUS

      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,

      Excludes all pity from our threatening looks.

      For, since the mortal and intestine jars

      'Twixt thy seditious countrymen and us,

      It hath in solemn synods been decreed

      Both by the Syracusians and ourselves,

      To admit no traffic to our adverse towns Nay, more,

      If any born at Ephesus be seen

      At any Syracusian marts and fairs;

      Again: if any Syracusian born

      Come to the bay of Ephesus, he dies,

      His goods confiscate to the duke's dispose,

      Unless a thousand marks be levied,

      To quit the penalty and to ransom him.

      Thy substance, valued at the highest rate,

      Cannot amount unto a hundred marks;

      Therefore by law thou art condemned to die.

      AEGEON

      Yet this my comfort: when your words are done,

      My woes end likewise with the evening sun.

      DUKE SOLINUS

      Well, Syracusian, say in brief the cause

      Why thou departed'st from thy native home

      And for what cause thou camest to Ephesus.

      AEGEON

      A heavier task could not have been imposed

      Than I to speak my griefs unspeakable:

      Yet, that the world may witness that my end

      Was wrought by nature, not by vile offence,

      I'll utter what my sorrows give me leave.

      In Syracusa was I born, and wed

      Unto a woman, happy but for me,

      And by me, had not our hap been bad.

      With her I lived in joy; our wealth increased

      By prosperous voyages I often made

      To Epidamnum; till my factor's death

      And the great care of goods at random left

      Drew me from kind embracements of my spouse:

      From whom my absence was not six months old

      Before herself, almost at fainting under

      The pleasing punishment that women bear,

      Had made provision for her following me

      And soon and safe arrived where I was.

      There had she not been long, but she became

      A joyful mother of two goodly sons;

      And, which was strange, the one so like the other,

      As could not be distinguish'd but by names.

      That very hour, and in the self-same inn,

      A meaner woman was delivered

      Of such a burden, male twins, both alike:

      Those, for their parents were exceeding poor,

      I bought and brought up to attend my sons.

      My wife, not meanly proud of two such boys,

      Made daily motions for our home return:

      Unwilling I agreed. Alas! too soon,

      We came aboard.

      A league from Epidamnum had we sail'd,

      Before the always wind-obeying deep

      Gave any tragic instance of our harm:

      But longer did we not retain much hope;

      For what obscured light the heavens did grant

      Did but convey unto our fearful minds

      A doubtful warrant of immediate death;

      Which though myself would gladly have embraced,

      Yet the incessant weepings of my wife,

      Weeping before for what she saw must come,

      And piteous plainings of the pretty babes,

      That mourn'd for fashion, ignorant what to fear,

      Forced me to seek delays for them and me.

      And this it was, for other means was none:

      The sailors sought for safety by our boat,

      And left the ship, then sinking-ripe, to us:

      My wife, more careful for the latter-born,

      Had fasten'd him unto a small spare mast,

      Such as seafaring men provide for storms;

      To him one of the other twins was bound,

      Whilst I had been like heedful of the other:

      The children thus disposed, my wife and I,

      Fixing our eyes on whom our care was fix'd,

      Fasten'd ourselves at either end the mast;

      And floating straight, obedient to the stream,

      Was carried towards Corinth, as we thought.

      At length the sun, gazing upon the earth,

      Dispersed those vapours that offended us;

      And by the benefit of his wished light,

      The seas wax'd calm, and we discovered

      Two ships from far making amain to us,

      Of Corinth that, of Epidaurus this:

      But ere they came, O, let me say no more!

      Gather the sequel by that went before.

      DUKE SOLINUS

      Nay, forward, old man; do not break off so;

      For we may pity, though not pardon thee.

      AEGEON

      O, had the gods done so, I had not now

      Worthily term'd them merciless to us!

      For, ere the ships could meet by twice five leagues,

      We were encounterd by a mighty rock;

      Which being violently borne upon,

      Our helpful ship was splitted in the midst;

      So

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