ABSTRACT
The Comedy of Errors lie send her home to her dad with a vengeance. I can never go foorth a doores, but shee asketl1 mee whither I go? what I do? what busines? what I fetch? what I cany? * As though she were a Constable or a toll-gatherer. I have pampered her too much: she hath servants about her, wooll, flax, and all things necessary to busie her withall, yet she watcheth and wondreth whither I go. Well sith it is so, she shall now have some cause, I mean to dine this day abroad with a sweet friend of mine.
