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Not know my voice! O time’s extremity

Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untun'd cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze upMetaphor
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Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hearAnaphora
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All these old witnesses—I cannot err—
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.

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Act 5
Scene 1
Line 318

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