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ANTIPHOLUS E.
Thou whoreson, senseless villain.
DROMIO E.
I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel your blows.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Thou art sensible in nothing but blows; [25] and so is an ass.
DROMIO E.
I am an ass indeed. You may prove it by my long ears. I have served him
from the hour of my nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his hands
for my service but blows. When I am cold, he heats me with [30] beating;
when I am warm, he cools me with beating; I am waked with it when I
sleep, raised with it when I sit, driven out of doors with it when I go from
home, welcomed home with it when I return; nay, I bear it on my
shoulders, as a beggar wont her brat, and I think when [35] he hath lamed
me I shall beg with it from door to door.
Enter Adriana, Luciana, the Courtesan, and a Schoolmaster called Pinch.
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Come, go along; my wife is coming yonder.
DROMIO E.
Mistress, respice finem - ‘respect your end’, or rather, to prophesy like the
parrot, ‘Beware the rope’s end.’ [40]
ANTIPHOLUS E.
Wilt thou still talk?
[He] beats Dromio.
COURT ESAN
How say you now? Is not your husband mad?
ADRIANA
His incivility confirms no less.
Good Doctor Pinch, you are a conjurer.
Establish him in his true sense again, [45]
And I will please you what you will demand.
