_Ant. S._ What woman's man? and how besides thyself?
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, besides myself, I am due to a 80 woman; one that claims me, one that haunts me, one that will have me.
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, such claim as you would lay to your horse; and she would have me as a beast: not that, 85 I being a beast, she would have me; but that she, being a very beastly creature, lays claim to me.
_Dro. S._ A very reverent body; ay, such a one as a man may not speak of, without he say Sir-reverence. I have 90 but lean luck in the match, and yet is she a wondrous fat marriage.
_Ant. S._ How dost thou mean a fat marriage?
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, she's the kitchen-wench, and all grease; and I know not what use to put her to, but to make 95 a lamp of her, and run from her by her own light. I warrant, her rags, and the tallow in them, will burn a Poland winter: if she lives till doomsday, she'll burn a week longer than the whole world.
_Dro. S._ Swart, like my shoe, but her face nothing like so clean kept: for why she sweats; a man may go over shoes in the grime of it.
_Ant. S._ That's a fault that water will mend.
_Dro. S._ No, sir, 'tis in grain; Noah's flood could not 105 do it.
_Dro. S._ Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip. 110
_Dro. S._ No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip: she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.
_Ant. S._ In what part of her body stands Ireland? 115
_Dro. S._ Marry, sir, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.
_Dro. S._ I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand. 120
_Dro. S._ In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her heir.
_Dro. S._ I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find 125 no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.
_Dro. S._ Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath. 130
_Dro. S._ Oh, sir, upon her nose, all o'er embellished with rubies, carbuncles, sapphires, declining their rich aspect to the hot breath of Spain; who sent whole armadoes of caracks to be ballast at her nose. 135
_Ant. S._ Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?
_Dro. S._ Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me; called me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my shoulder, the 140 mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I, amazed, ran from her as a witch: