Luciana: How many fond fools serve mad jealousy?
Luciana: Shame hath a bastard fame, well managed;
Ill deeds is doubled with an evil word.
Luciana: A man is Master of his libertie; time is their Master, and when they see time, they'll goe or come.
Dromio of Ephesus: Nay, then, thus:
We came into the world like brother and brother,
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.
Antipholus of Syracuse: Why, but there's many a man hath more hair than wit.
Dromio of Syracuse: Not a man of those but he hath the wit to lose his hair.
Balthasar: Good meat, sir, is common; that every churl affords.
Antipholus of Ephesus: And welcome more common, for that’s nothing but words.
Balthasar: Small cheer and great welcome makes a merry feast.