DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I would I were senseless, sir, that I might not feel
your blows.
ANTIPHOLUS
Thou art sensible in nothing but blows, and so is an
ass.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS
I am an ass, indeed; you may prove it by my long
ears. I have served him from the hour of my
nativity to this instant, and have nothing at his
hands for my service but blows. When I am cold, he
heats me with beating; when I am warm, he cools me
with beating; I am waked with it when I sleep;
raised with it when I sit; driven out of doors with
it when I go from home; welcomed home with it when
I return; nay, I bear it on my shoulders, as a
beggar wont her brat; and, I think when he hath
lamed me, I shall beg with it from door to door.
May 15, 2009 at 9:12 pm |
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