EGEON.
Is not your name, sir, call’d Antipholus?
And is not that your bondman Dromio?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Within this hour I was his bondman, sir,
But he, I thank him, gnaw’d in two my cords.
Now am I Dromio, and his man, unbound.
EGEON.
I am sure you both of you remember me.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Ourselves we do remember, sir, by you.
For lately we were bound as you are now.
You are not Pinch’s patient, are you, sir?
EGEON.
Why look you strange on me? you know me well.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
I never saw you in my life till now.
EGEON.
O! grief hath chang’d me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with time’s deformed hand,
Have written strange defeatures in my face.
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Neither.
EGEON.
Dromio, nor thou?
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
No, trust me, sir, nor I.