Ant. E. Dromio, what stuff of mine hast thou embark’d?
Dro. S. Your goods that lay at host, sir, in the Centaur.
410 Ant. S. He speaks 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] Ant. S. and Ant. E.
Dro. S. There is a fat friend at your master’s house,
That kitchen’d me for you to-day at dinner:
415 She now shall be my sister, not my wife.
Dro. E. Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother: