Ant. S. The gold I gave to Dromio is laid up
Safe at the Centaur; and the heedful slave
Is wander’d forth, in care to seek me [out]
[By computation and mine host’s report.]
5 [I ]could not speak with Dromio since at first
I sent him from the mart. See, here he comes.
Enter Dromio of Syracuse.
How now, sir! is your merry humour alter’d?
As you love strokes, so jest with me again.
You know no Centaur? you receiv’d no gold?