195 Ant. S. I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
Dro. S. Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
Ant. S. Thou hast thine own form.
Dro. S.
No, I am an ape.
Luc. If thou art chang’d to aught, ’tis to an ass.
Dro. S. ’Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass.
200 ’Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be
But I should know her as well as she knows me.
Adr. Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,