[Aside. Prate knocks at the door.
But hark! one knocks: O, for the orator!
Heavens, I beseech thee, O, for the orator!
Col. How now, who knocks so rudely at the door?
Prate. 'Tis I, I say: open the door: I am in haste.
Mech. 'Tis he, just heavens, 'tis he, 'fore God, the orator.
[Aside.
Col. Soul of my bawdy office; how are we betray'd!
Anon, anon, sir. What, Mistress Prate, I say;
Arise for shame, your husband's at the door,
I come, I come; Lord God, how dull you are
When danger's at your heels! rise quickly.
Prate. Open the door, or I will break it ope.
Col. I come, I come; I think he's mad with haste.
What, John; what, Thomas, Robert, where's these knaves?
What, Julian, Mary, Cicely, ne'er a maid within?
Lol. For God's love, stay; I'll find the key straightway.