185 I’ll entertain the [offer’d] fallacy.
Luc. Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.
[Dro. S.] O, for my beads! I cross me for a sinner.
This is the fairy land;—O spite of spites!
We [talk] with [goblins, owls, and sprites]:
190 If we obey them not, this will ensue,
They’ll suck our breath, [or] pinch us black and blue.
Luc. Why pratest thou to thyself, [and answer’st not?]
[Dromio, thou drone, thou snail], thou slug, thou sot!
Dro. S. I am transformed, master, [am I not?]