Why look you strange on me?

Egeon, to Antipholus of Ephesus
Why look you strange on me? You know me well.
Antipholus of Ephesus
I never saw you in my life till now.

Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.

Egeon
O, grief hath changed me since you saw me last,
And careful hours with time’s deformèd hand
Have written strange defeatures in my face.
But tell me yet, dost thou not know my voice?
Antipholus of Ephesus
Neither.
Egeon
Dromio, nor thou?
Dromio of Ephesus
No, trust me, sir, nor I.
Egeon
I am sure thou dost.
Dromio of Ephesus
Ay, sir, but I am sure I do not, and whatsoever
a man denies, you are now bound to believe him.
Egeon
Not know my voice! O time’s extremity,
Hast thou so cracked and splitted my poor tongue
In seven short years that here my only son
Knows not my feeble key of untuned cares?
Though now this grainèd face of mine be hid
In sap-consuming winter’s drizzled snow,
And all the conduits of my blood froze up,
Yet hath my night of life some memory,
My wasting lamps some fading glimmer left,
My dull deaf ears a little use to hear.
All these old witnesses—I cannot err—
Tell me thou art my son Antipholus.
Antipholus of Ephesus
I never saw my father in my life.