Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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An. is no time to recouer.
S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. Thus I mend it: Time himselfe is bald, and
S. Dro. therefore to the worlds end, will haue bald followers.
An. An.
An. I knew'twould be a bald conclusion: but soft,
An. who wafts vs yonder.
An. Enter Adriana and Luciana.
Adri. Adri.
Adri. I, I, Antipholus, looke strange and frowne,
Adri. Some other Mistresse hath thy sweet aspects:
Adri. I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.
Adri. The time was once, when thou vn‑vrg'd wouldst vow,
Adri. That neuer words were musicke to thine eare,
Adri. That neuer obiect pleasing in thine eye,
Adri. That neuer touch well welcome to thy hand,
Adri. That neuer meat sweet‑sauour'd in thy taste,
Adri. Vnlesse I spake, or look'd, or touch'd, or caru'd to thee.
Adri. How comes it now, my Husband, oh how comes it,
Adri. That thou art then estranged from thy selfe?