Ser. 'Tis open Sir.
Alph. That's all one,
Knock when I bid you.
Ser. Will not your Worship enter?
Alph. Will not you learn more manners Sir, and do that
Your Master bids ye; knock ye knave, or I'll knock
Such a round peal about your pate: I enter
Under his roof, or come to say god save ye
To him, the Son of whose base dealings has undone me?
Knock louder, louder yet: I'll starve, and rot first,
This open air is every mans.
2 Ser. within. Come in Sir.
Enter two Servants.
Alph. No, no Sir, I am none of these Come in Sirs,
None of those visitants: bid your wise Master
Come out, I have to talk unto him: go Sir.
2 Ser. Your worship may be welcome.
Alph. Sir, I will not,
I come not to be welcome: good my three Duckets,
My pickell'd sprat a day, and no oil to't,
And once a year a cotten coat, leave prating
And tell your Master I am here.
2 Ser. I will Sir.
This is a strange old man. [Exit.
Alph. I welcome to him?
I'll be first welcome to a Pesthouse: Sirrah
Let's have your valour now cas'd up, and quiet
When an occasion calls, 'tis wisdom in ye,
A Servingman's discretion: if you do draw,