A wretched remedy; but all I have,
To keep me from despair.
Merc. [From the Balcony, aside.] This is no very charitable action of a god, to use him ill, who has never offended me; but my planet disposes me to malice; and when we great persons do but a little mischief, the world has a good bargain of us.
Amph. How now, what means the locking up of my doors at this time of day? [Knocks.
Merc. Softly, friend, softly; you knock as loud, and as saucily, as a lord's footman, that was sent before him to warn the family of his honour's visit. Sure you think the doors have no feeling! What the devil are you, that rap with such authority?
Amph. Look out, and see; 'tis I.
Merc. You! what you?
Amph. No more, I say, but open.
Merc. I'll know to whom first.