The Comedy of Errors [with Biographical Introduction]

by William Shakespeare

Hopeless and helpless doth Aegeon wend, But to procrastinate his lifeless end.

I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.

ADRIANA. Why should their liberty than ours be more?

Why, headstrong liberty is lash'd with woe.

How many fond fools serve mad jealousy!

Was there ever any man thus beaten out of season, When in the why and the wherefore is neither rhyme nor reason?