SCENE VII.
Antonio, Trincalo.
Ant. Wretched Antonio! hast been preserv'd so strangely
From foreign miseries, to be wrong'd at home?
Barr'd from thy house by the scorn of thine own children?
[Trincalo knocks.
But stay, there's one knocks boldly; 't may be some friend.
[Trincalo knocks again.
Dwell you here, gentleman?
Trin. He calls me gentleman:
See th' virtue of good clothes! All men salute,
Honour, respect, and reverence us.
Ant. Young gentleman,
Let me without offence entreat your name,
And why you knock?
Trin. How, sirrah saucebox, my name!
Or thou some stranger art or grossly ignorant,
That know'st not me. Ha! what art thou that ask'st it?
Ant. Be not in choler, sir.