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Swart like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept. For why? She
sweats a man may go overshoes in the grime of it.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
That’s a fault that water will mend. [105]
DROMIO S.
No, sir, ’tis in grain. Noah’s flood could not do it.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
What’s her name?
DROMIO S.
Nell, sir. But her name and three quarters - that’s an ell and three
quarters - will not measure her [110] from hip to hip.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Then she bears some breadth?
DROMIO S.
No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip. She is spherical, like a
globe; I could find out countries in her. [115]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
In what part of her body stands Ireland?
DROMIO S.
Marry, sir, in her buttocks. I found it out by the bogs.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where Scotland?
DROMIO S.
I found it by the barrenness, hard in the palm [120] of the hand.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where France?
DROMIO S.
