Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. No, I am an Ape.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. If thou art chang'd to ought, 'tis to an Asse.
S. Dro. 'Tis true she rides me, and I long for grasse.
S. Dro. 'Tis so, I am an Asse, else it could neuer be,
S. Dro. But I should know her as well as she knowes me.
Adr. Adr.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a foole,
Adr. To put the finger in the eie and weepe;
Adr. Whil'st man and Master laughes my woes to scorne:
Adr. Come sir to dinner, Dromio keepe the gate:
Adr. Husband Ile dine aboue with you to day,
Adr. And shriue you of a thousand idle prankes:
Adr. Sirra, if any aske you for your Master,
Adr. Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter:
Adr. Come sister, Dromio play the Porter well.
Ant. Ant.
Ant. Am I in earth, in heauen, or in hell?