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DROMIO S.
I am an ass, I am a woman’s man, and besides myself.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
What woman’s man? And how besides thyself? [80]
DROMIO S.
Marry, sir, besides myself I am due to a woman, one that claims me, one
that haunts me, one that will have me.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
What claim lays she to thee?
DROMIO S.
Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your [85] horse; and she would
have me as a beast - not that, I being a beast, she would have me, but
that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
What is she?
DROMIO S.
A very reverend body; ay, such a one as a man [90] may not speak of
without he say ‘sir-reverence’. I have but lean luck in the match, and yet is
she a wondrous fat marriage.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
How dost thou mean, a fat marriage?
DROMIO S.
Marry, sir, she’s the kitchen wench, and all [95] grease; and I know not
what use to put her to but to make a lamp of her and run from her by her
own light. I warrant her rags and the tallow in them will burn a Poland
winter. If she lives till doomsday she’ll burn a week longer than the whole
world. [100]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
What complexion is she of?
DROMIO S.
