Most mighty duke, behold a man much wronged

Abbess
Most mighty duke, behold a man much wronged.
 All gather to see them.
Adriana
I see two husbands, or mine eyes deceive me.

One of these men is genius to the other.
And so, of these, which is the natural man
And which the spirit?

Duke
One of these men is genius to the other.
And so, of these, which is the natural man
And which the spirit? Who deciphers them?
Dromio of Syracuse
I, sir, am Dromio. Command him away.
Dromio of Ephesus
I, sir, am Dromio. Pray, let me stay.
Antipholus of Syracuse
Egeon art thou not, or else his ghost?
Dromio of Syracuse
O, my old master.—Who hath bound him here?
Abbess
Whoever bound him, I will loose his bonds
And gain a husband by his liberty.—
Speak, old Egeon, if thou be’st the man
That hadst a wife once called Emilia,
That bore thee at a burden two fair sons.
O, if thou be’st the same Egeon, speak,
And speak unto the same Emilia.
Duke
Why, here begins his morning story right:
These two Antipholus’, these two so like,
And these two Dromios, one in semblance—
Besides her urging of her wrack at sea—
These are the parents to these children,
Which accidentally are met together.