A part of "A Lover's Complaint" by Shakespeare in John Keats handwriting http://englishhistory.net/keats/manuscripts.html

The Search for Identity

"L. Why prat'st thou to thyself, and answer'st not? Dromio, thou drone, thou snail, thou slug, thou sot!
"D. I am transformed, master, am not I?
"A? I think thou art in mind, and so am I.
"D. Nay, master, both in mind and in my shape.
"A. Thou hast thine own form.
"D. No, I am an ape.
"L. If thou art chang'd to aught, 'tis to an ass.
"D. 'Tis true; she rides me, and I long for grass. 'Tis so, I am an ass; else it could never be But I should know her as well as she knows me."