You are not Pinch’s patient, are you, sir?
295 Æge. Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
Ant. E. I never saw you in my life till now.
Æge. 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:
300 But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
Ant. E. Neither.
Æge. Dromio, nor thou?
Dro. E.