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Comedy of Errors. William Shakespeare
Act 3, Scene 2.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: What's her name?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Nell, sir; but her name and three quarters, that's an ell and three quarters, will not measure her from hip to hip.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Then she bears some breadth?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: No longer from head to foot than from hip to hip:
she is spherical, like a globe; I could find out countries in her.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: In what part of her body stands Ireland?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE; Marry, in her buttocks: I found it out by the bogs.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where Scotland?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I found it by the barrenness; hard in the palm of the hand.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where France?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: In her forehead; armed and reverted, making war against her heir.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where England?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: I looked for the chalky cliffs, but I could find no whiteness in them; but I guess it stood in her chin, by the salt rheum that ran between France and it.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where Spain?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Faith, I saw it not; but I felt it hot in her breath.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where America, the Indies?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: 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.

ANTIPHOLUS OF SYRACUSE: Where stood Belgia, the Netherlands?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE: Oh, sir, I did not look so low. To conclude, this drudge, or diviner, laid claim to me, call'd me Dromio; swore I was assured to her; told me what privy marks I had about me, as, the mark of my shoulder, the mole in my neck, the great wart on my left arm, that I amazed ran from her as a witch: And, I think, if my breast had not been made of faith and my heart of steel, She had transform'd me to a curtal dog and made me turn i' the wheel.