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In her forehead, armed and reverted, making war against her heir.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where England? [125]
DROMIO S.
I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them. But I
guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and
it.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where Spain?
DROMIO S.
Faith, I saw it not, but I felt it hot in her [130] breath.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where America, the Indies?
DROMIO S.
O, sir, upon her nose, all o’er embellished with rubies, carbuncles,
sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain, who sent
whole armadoes of [135] carracks to be ballast at her nose.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
DROMIO S.
O, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge or diviner laid claim
to me, called me Dromio, swore I was assured to her, told me what privy
marks I [140] had about me, as the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my
neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a
witch.
And I think if my breast had not been made of faith, and my heart of
steel,
She had transformed me to a curtal dog, and made me turn i’the
wheel. [145]
ANTIPHOLUS S.
Go, hie thee presently. Post to the road.
