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And told'st me of a mistress, and a dinner;
Dro. of Syr. I'm glad to see you in this merry vein ; What means this jest, I pray you, master, tell me? Ant. of Syr. What, dost thou jeer, and flout me in
the teeth? Think'st thou, I jest ? there, take thou that, and that ! Dro. of Syr. Hold, sir, for Heaven's sake !--now
your jest is earnestUpon what bargain do you give it me?
Ant. of Syr. Because that I, familiarly, sometimes, Do use you for my fool, and chat with you, Your sauciness will jest upon my love, And make a common of my serious hours. When the sun shines, let foolish gnats make sport, But
creep in crannies, when he hides his beams. If you will jest with me, then know my aspect, And fashion your demeanor to my looks.
Dro. of Syr. I pray, sir, why am I beaten?
Dro. of Syr. No, sir, I think the meat wants what
wafts us yonder, This way they haste, and, by their gestures, seem To point out me - what should they mean, I trow?
Enter ADRIANA and LUCIANA. Adr. Ay, ay, Antipholis, look strange and frown, Some other mistress hath some sweeter aspect: I am not Adriana, nor thy wife.