| 58 | 59 | 60 | 61 | 62 |
| 1 | 15 | 30 | 45 | 60 |
|
There is a fat friend at your master's house,
That kitchen'd me for you to-day at dinner:
She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
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 OF SYRACUSE
Not I, sir; you are my elder.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
That's a question: how shall we try it?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
We'll draw cuts for the senior: till then lead thou first.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
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
Page
Quick Jump
|