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Unless it be by inspiration?

Adr.

How ill agrees it with your gravity

To counterfeit thus grossly with your slave,

Abetting him to thwart me in my mood!

Be it my wrong you are from me exempt,

But wrong not that wrong with a more contempt.

Come, I will fasten on this sleeve of thine:

Thou art an elm, my husband, I a vine,

Whose weakness, married to thy [stronger] state,

Makes me with thy strength to communicate:

If aught possess thee from me, it is dross,

Usurping ivy, brier, or idle moss,

Who, all for want of pruning, with intrusion

Infect thy sap, and live on thy confusion.

S. Ant.

To me she speaks, she moves me for her theme:

What, was I married to her in my dream?

Or sleep I now and think I hear all this?

What error drives our eyes and ears amiss?

Until I know this sure uncertainty,

I’ll entertain the [offer’d] fallacy.

Luc.

Dromio, go bid the servants spread for dinner.

S. Dro.

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;