LUCIANA It is a fault that springeth from your eye.
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE For gazing on your beams, fair sun, being by.
LUCIANA Gaze where you should, and that will clear your sight.
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE As good to wink, sweet love, as look on night.
LUCIANA Why call you me love? call my sister so.
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE Thy sister's sister.
LUCIANA That's my sister.
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE 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.
LUCIANA All this my sister is, or else should be.
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE 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.
LUCIANA O, soft, air! hold you still:
I'll fetch my sister, to get her good will.
[Exit]
[Enter DROMIO of Syracuse]
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE Why, how now, Dromio! where runn'st thou so fast?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE Do you know me, sir? am I Dromio? am I your man?
am I myself?
ANTIPHOLUS
OF SYRACUSE Thou art Dromio, thou art my man, thou art thyself.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE I am an ass, I am a woman's man and besides myself.
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