He speaks to me. I am your master, Dromio:
Come, go with us; we'll look to that anon:
Embrace thy brother there; rejoice with him.

This purse of ducats I received from you,
And Dromio, my man, did bring them me.
I see we still did meet each other's man,
And I was ta'en for him, and he for me,
And thereupon these errors are arose.

I think it be, sir; I deny it not.

And so do I; yet did she call me so:
And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here,
Did call me brother.
To Luciana
What I told you then,
I hope I shall have leisure to make good;
If this be not a dream I see and hear.

I, gentle mistress.

No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse.

AEgeon art thou not? or else his ghost?

Thou art a villain to impeach me thus:
I'll prove mine honour and mine honesty
Against thee presently, if thou darest stand.

Who heard me to deny it or forswear it?

I think I had; I never did deny it.

I will not stay to-night for all the town;
Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard.

Come to the Centaur; fetch our stuff from thence:
I long that we were safe and sound aboard.

I see these witches are afraid of swords.

Avaunt, thou witch! Come, Dromio, let us go.

Avoid then, fiend! what tell'st thou me of supping?
Thou art, as you are all, a sorceress:
I conjure thee to leave me and be gone.

Why, Dromio?

It is the devil.

Satan, avoid! I charge thee, tempt me not.

The fellow is distract, and so am I;
And here we wander in illusions:
Some blessed power deliver us from hence!

Well, sir, there rest in your foolery. Is there any

What, thou meanest an officer?

I understand thee not.

What gold is this? what Adam dost thou mean?

There's not a man I meet but doth salute me
As if I were their well-acquainted friend;
And every one doth call me by my name.
Some tender money to me; some invite me;
Some other give me thanks for kindnesses;
Some offer me commodities to buy:
Even now ...

What I should think of this, I cannot tell:
But this I think, there's no man is so vain
That would refuse so fair an offer'd chain.
I see a man here needs not live by shifts,
When in the streets he meets such golden gifts.
I'll ...

I pray you, sir, receive the money now,
For fear you ne'er see chain nor money more.

Made it for me, sir! I bespoke it not.

What is your will that I shall do with this?

Ay, that's my name.

There's none but witches do inhabit here;
And therefore 'tis high time that I were hence.
She that doth call me husband, even my soul
Doth for a wife abhor. But her fair sister,
Possess'd with such a gentle sovereign grace,
Of such enchanting presence and discourse,
Hath ...

Go hie thee presently, post to the road:
An if the wind blow any way from shore,
I will not harbour in this town to-night:
If any bark put forth, come to the mart,
Where I will walk till thou return to me.
If every one knows us and we ...

Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?

Where America, the Indies?

Where Spain?

Where England?

Where France?

Where Scotland?

In what part of her body stands Ireland?

Then she bears some breadth?

What's her name?

That's a fault that water will mend.

What complexion is she of?

How dost thou mean a fat marriage?

What is she?

What claim lays she to thee?

Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.

Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?

Call thyself sister, sweet, for I am thee.
Thee will I love and with thee lead my life:
Thou hast no husband yet nor I no wife.
Give me thy hand.

No;
It is thyself, mine own self's better part,
Mine eye's clear eye, my dear heart's dearer heart,
My food, my fortune and my sweet hope's aim,
My sole earth's heaven and my heaven's claim.

Thy sister's sister.