V. ANTIPHOLUS of Syracuse accosted by ADRIANA and LUCIANA. "AD. Ay, ay, Antipholus, look strange and frown. Some other mistress hath thy sweet aspects: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife. ANT. Plead you to me, fair dame? I know you not. Luc. Fie, brother! how the world is changed with you! When were you wont to use my sister thus? AD. Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine. Thou art an elm, my husband; I a vine. ANT. To me she speaks; she moves me for her theme. What, was I married to her in my dream? Or sleep I now, and think I hear all this? What error drives our eyes and ears amiss? Until I know this sure uncertainty, I'll entertain the offer'd fallacy. DRO. This is the fairy land:-O spite of spites!— They'll suck our breath, or pinch us black and blue. AD. Come, sir, to dinner; Dromio, keep the gate." ACT II. S. 2. |