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This is the fairy land ;-0, spite of spites! -
not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
Dro. S. I am transformed, master, am not I?
No, I am an ape. Luc. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass. Dro. S. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for
grass. 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be, But I should know her as well as she knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
Ant. S. Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? Sleeping or waking? mad, or well-advis'd ? Known unto these, and to myself disguis'd!
I'll say as they say, and persever so,
Dro. S. Master, shall I be porter at the gate?
Enter ANTIPHOLUS of Ephesus, DROMIO of Ephesus,
ANGELO, and BALTHAZAR.
this? Dro. E. Say what you will, sir, but I know what
I know: That you beat me at the mart, I have your hand to
If the skin were parchment, and the blows you gave
were ink, Your own handwriting would tell you what I think.
Ant. E. I think, thou art an ass.
Marry, so it doth appear
pass, You would keep from my heels, and beware of an
ass 19. Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray God,
our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome
here. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your wel.
churl affords. Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's
nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a
Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more spar
ing guest: But though my cates be mean, take them in good
part; Better cheer may you have, but not with better
But, soft; my door is lock'd; Go bid them let
Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian,
comb, idiot, patch ! Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the
hatch: Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for
such store, When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the
door. Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My
master stays in the street. Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, lest
he catch cold on's feet. Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open the
door. Dro. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell
me wherefore. Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have not
din'd to-day. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come again,
when you may. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from
the house I owe? Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my
name is Dromio. Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine
office and my name;