art she, tell me where is that son That floated with thee on the fatal raft? By men of Epidamnum he and I And the twin Dromio all were taken up; But by and by rude fishermen of Corinth By force took Dromio and my son from them And me they left with those of Epidamnum. What then became of them I cannot tell I to this fortune that you see me in. Why, here begins his morning story right; These two Antipholuses, these two so like, And these two Dromios, one in semblance,-- Besides her urging of her wreck at sea,-- These are the parents to these children, Which accidentally are met together. Antipholus, thou camest from Corinth first? No, sir, not I; I came from Syracuse. Stay, stand apart; I know not which is which. I came from Corinth, my most gracious lord,-- And I with him. Brought to this town by that most famous warrior, Duke Menaphon, your most renowned uncle. Which of you two did dine with me to-day? I, gentle mistress. And are not you my husband? No; I say nay to that. And so do I; yet did she call me so: And this fair gentlewoman, her sister here, Did call me brother. What I told you then, I hope I shall have leisure to make good; If this be not a dream I see and hear. That is the chain, sir, which you had of me. I think it be, sir; I deny it not. And you, sir, for this chain arrested me. I think I did, sir; I deny it not. I sent you money, sir, to be your bail, By Dromio; but I think he brought it not. No, none by me. This purse of ducats I received from you, And Dromio, my man, did bring them me. I see we still did meet each other's man, And I was ta'en for him, and he for me, And thereupon these errors are arose. These ducats pawn I for my father here. It shall not need; thy father hath his life. Sir, I must have that diamond from you. There, take it; and much thanks for my good cheer. Renowned duke, vouchsafe to take the pains To go with us into the abbey here And hear at large discoursed all our fortunes: And all that are assembled in this place, That by this sympathized one day's error Have suffer'd wrong, go keep us company, And we shall make full satisfaction. Thirty-three years have I but gone in travail Of you,