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Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
ANTIPHOLUS S.
He speaks to me; I am your master, Dromio. [410]
Come, go with us, we’ll look to that anon.
Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him.
Exeunt [the brothers Antipholus].
DROMIO S.
There is a fat friend at your master’s house
That kitchened me for you today at dinner.
She now shall be my sister, not my wife. [415]
DROMIO E.
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother.
I see by you I am a sweet-faced youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?
DROMIO S.
Not I, sir. You are my elder.
DROMIO E.
That’s a question. How shall we try it? [420]
DROMIO S.
We’ll draw cuts for the senior. Till then, lead thou first.
DROMIO E.
Nay then, thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother,
And now let’s go hand in hand, not one before another.
Exeunt.
