Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother

Dromio of Ephesus
Methinks you are my glass, and not my brother:
I see by you I am a sweet-fac'd youth.
Will you walk in to see their gossiping?

We came into the world like brother and brother;
And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.

Dromio of Syracuse
Not I, sir, you are my elder.
Dromio of Ephesus
That's a question; how shall we try it?
Dromio of Syracuse
We'll draw cuts for the senior, till then, lead thou first.
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.