DUKE SOLINUS Speak freely, Syracusian, what thou wilt.
AEGEON Is not your name, sir, call'd Antipholus?
And is not that your bondman, Dromio?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS Within this hour I was his bondman sir,
But he, I thank him, gnaw'd in two my cords:
Now am I Dromio and his man unbound.
AEGEON I am sure you both of you remember me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you;
For lately we were bound, as you are now
You are not Pinch's patient, are you, sir?
AEGEON Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
ANTIPHOLUS I never saw you in my life till now.
AEGEON O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with time's deformed hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face:
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
ANTIPHOLUS
OF EPHESUS Neither.
AEGEON Dromio, nor thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS No, trust me, sir, nor I.
AEGEON I am sure thou dost.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not; and whatsoever a
man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
AEGEON Not know my voice! O time's extremity,
Hast thou so crack'd and splitted my poor tongue
In seven short years, that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
Though now this grained face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter's drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear:
All these old witnesses--I cannot err--
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
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