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DROMIO S.
[aside]
O for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
This is the fairy land. O spite of spites,
We talk with goblins, owls, and sprites;
If we obey them not, this will ensue:
They’ll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. [190]
LUCIANA
Why prat’st thou to thyself, and answer’st not?
Dromio, thou Dromio, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot.
DROMIO S.
I am transformèd, master, am not I?
ANTIPHOLUS S.
I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
DROMIO S.
Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape. [195]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Thou hast thine own form.
DROMIO S.
No, I am an ape.
LUCIANA
If thou art changed to aught, ’tis to an ass.
DROMIO 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. [200]
ADRIANA
Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep
Whilst man and master laughs my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
