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LUCIANA
Why call you me ‘love’? Call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Thy sister’s sister.
LUCIANA
That’s my sister.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
No, [60]
It is thyself, mine own self’s better part,
Mine eye’s dear eye, my dear heart’s dearer heart,
My food, my fortune, and my sweet hope’s aim,
My sole earth’s heaven, and my heaven’s claim.
LUCIANA
All this my sister is, or else should be. [65]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
Thee will I love, and with thee lead my life.
Thou hast no husband yet, nor I no wife.
Give me thy hand.
LUCIANA
O soft, sir, hold you still.
I’ll fetch my sister to get her good will. [70]
Exit.
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Why, how now, Dromio. Where runnest thou so fast?
DROMIO S.
Do you know me sir? Am I Dromio? Am I your man? Am I myself?
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou [75] art thyself.
