Page 1679 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Husband, I’ll dine above with you today, [205]
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.

ANTIPHOLUS S.

[aside]
Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell? [210]
Sleeping or waking? mad or well advised?
Known unto these, and to myself disguised?
I’ll say as they say, and persever so,
And in this mist at all adventures go.

DROMIO S.

Master, shall I be porter at the gate? [215]

ADRIANA

Ay, and let none enter, lest I break your pate.

LUCIANA

Come, come, Antipholus, we dine too late.

[Exeunt.]