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Ant. E. You are sad, signior Balthazar: 'Pray

god, our cheer May answer my good will, and your good welcome

here. Bal. I hold your dainties cheap, sir, and your

welcome dear. Ant. E. O, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table full of welcome makes scarce one dainty

dish. Bal. Good meat, sir, is common; that


churl affords. Ant. E. And welcome more common; for that's

nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a

merry feast.

Ant. E. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing

guest: But though my cates be mean, take them in good

part; Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart. But, soft; my door is lock’d; Go bid them let us in. Dro, E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian,

Jen'! Dro. S. [within.] Mome, malt-horse, capon, cox

comb, idiot, patch !8 Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the

hatch: Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'st for

such store, When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the Dro. E. What patch is made our porter? My


6 Dishes of meat.

7 Blockhead,

8 Fool.

master stays in the street. Dro. S. Let him walk from whence he came, lest

he catch cold on's feet. Ant E. Who talks within there? ho, open the

door. Dro. S. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell

me wherefore. Ant. E. Wherefore? for my dinner; I have not

din'd to-day. Dro. S. Nor to-day here you must not; come

again, when you may. Ant. E. What art thou, that keep'st me out from

the house I owe ?9 Dro. S. The porter for this time, sir, and my

name is Dromio. Dro. E. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine

office and my name ; The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle

blame. If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or

thy name for an ass. Luce. [within.] What a coil' is there? Dromio,

who are those at the gate? Dro. E. Let my master in, Luce. Luce.


he comes too late; And so tell your master. Dro. E.

O Lord, I must laugh :Have at you with a proverb.-Shall I set in my

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9 I own, am owner of

1 Bustle, tumult,

can you

Luce. Have at you with another: that's,—When?

tell ? Dro. S. If thy name be callid Luce, Luce, thou

hast answer'd him well. Ant. E. Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us

in, I hope ? Luce. I thought to have ask'd you. Dro. S.

And you said, no. Dro, E. So, come, help; well struck; there was

blow for blow.
Ant. E. Thou baggage, let me in.


tell for whose sake? Dro. E. Master, knock the door hard. Luce.

Let him knock till it ake. Ant, E. You'll cry for this, minion, if I beat the

door down. Luce. What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in

the town? Adr. [within.] Who is that at the door, that keeps

all this noise ? Dro. S. By my troth, your town is troubled with

unruly boys. Ant. E. Are you there, wife! you might have

come before. Adr. Your wife, sir knave! go, get you from the

door. Dro. E. If you went in pain, master, this knave

would go sore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome; we

would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shall part? Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them

with neither.

2 Have part.

welcome hither. Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we

cannot get in. Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your gar•

ments were thin. Your cake here is warm within; you stand here in

the cold : It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so bought

and sold.3 Ant. E. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope

the gate.

Dro. S. Break any breaking here, and I'll break

your knave's pate. Dro. E. A man may break a word with you, sir;

and words are but wind; Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not

behind. Dro. S. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out

upon thee, hind! Dro, E. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray

thee, let me in. Dro. S. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish

have no fin. Ant. E. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a crow. Dro. E. A crow without a feather; master, mean

you so ?

For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a

feather : If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow to


3 A proverbial phrase.

Ant. E. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow,

Bal. Have patience, sir ; 0, let it not be so;
Herein you war against your reputation,
And draw within the compass of suspect
The unviolated honour of


Once this,-Your long experience of her wisdom,
Her sober virtue, years, and modesty,
Plead on her part some cause to you unknown;
And doubt not, sir, but she will well excuse
Why at this time the doors are made 4 against you.
Be ruld by me; depart in patience,
And let us to the Tiger all to dinner :
And, about evening, come yourself alone,
To know the reason of this strange restraint.
If by strong hand you offer to break in,
Now in the stirring passage of the day,
A vulgar comment will be made on it;
And that supposed by the common rout
Against your yet ungalled estimation,

with foul intrusion enter in,
And dwell upon your grave when you are dead :
For slander lives upon succession;
For ever hous’d, where it once gets possession.

Ant. E. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet
And, in despight of mirth, mean to be merry.
I know a wench of excellent discourse,
Pretty and witty; wild, and, yet too, gentle;
There will we dine: this woman that I mean,
My wife (but, I protest, without desert,)
Hath oftentimes upbraided me withal ;
To her will we to dinner.-Get



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