Manent the two Antipholis's, and two Dromio's. S. Dro. Mafter, fhall I fetch your ftuff from fhipboard? E. Ant. Dromio, what stuff of mine haft thou imbark'd? S. Dro. Your goods, that lay at host, Sir, in the Centaur. S. Ant. He fpeaks to me; I am your master, Dromio. Come, go with us, we'll look to that anon; Embrace thy brother there, rejoice with him. [Exeunt Antipholis S. and E. S. Dro. There is a fat friend at your master's house, That kitchen'd me for you to day at dinner : She now shall be my fister, not my wife. E. Dro. Methinks, you are my glass, and not my brother: I fee by you, I am a sweet-fac'd youth: How fhall I try it? S. Dro. We'll draw cuts for the fenior: 'Till then, lead thou firft. E.Dro. Nay, then thus [Embracing. We came into the world, like brother and brother: [Exeunt. THE |