Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Luc. Dromio, goe bid the seruants spred for dinner.
S. Dro. S. Dro.
S. Dro. Oh for my beads, I crosse me for a sinner.
S. Dro. This is the Fairie land, oh spight of spights,
S. Dro. We talke with Goblins, Owles and Sprights;
S. Dro. If we obay them not, this will insue:
S. Dro. They'll sucke our breath, or pinch vs blacke and blew.
Luc. Luc.
Luc. Why prat'st thou to thy selfe, and answer'st not?
Luc. Dromio, thou Dromio, thou snaile, thou slug, thou sot.
S. Dro. I am transformed Master, am I not?
Ant. Ant.
Ant. I thinke thou art in minde, and so am I.
S. Dro. Nay Master, both in minde, and in my shape.
Ant. Thou hast thine owne forme.
S. Dro. No, I am an Ape.