Ant. All this
I intended 'fore I went: but, sir, if I
Can be no other than myself, and you
Are that Antonio, you and I are one.
Trin. How? one with thee? speak such another syllable,
[Draws.
And, by the terror of this deadly steel,
That ne'er saw light, but sent to endless darkness
All that durst stand before't, thou diest.
Ant. Alas!
My weakness, grown by age and pains of travel,
Disarms my courage to defend myself;
I have no strength, but patience.
Trin. What art now?
[Threatens him.
Ant. Peter and Thomas, William, what you please.
Trin. What boldness madded thee to steal my name?
Ant. Sir, heat of wine.
Trin. And, sirrah, when y' are drunk,
Is there no person to put on but mine,
To cover your intended villanies?
Ant. But, good sir, if I be not I, who am I?