To put the finger in [the eye] and weep,
Whilst man and master [laughs] my woes to scorn.
205 Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
Husband, I’ll dine above with you to-day,
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
210 Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.
[Ant. S.] Am I in earth, in heaven, or in hell?
Sleeping or waking? mad or well-advised?