E.Dro. O Lord I must laugh, haue at you with a Prouerbe,
Shall I set in my staffe
Luce. Haue at you with another, that's when? can
you tell?
S.Dro. If thy name be called Luce, Luce thou hast answer'd
him well
Anti. Doe you heare you minion, you'll let vs in I
hope?
Luce. I thought to haue askt you
S.Dro. And you said no
E.Dro. So come helpe, well strooke, there was blow for blow
Anti. Thou baggage let me in
Luce. Can you tell for whose sake?
E.Drom. Master, knocke the doore hard
Luce. Let him knocke till it ake
Anti. You'll crie for this minion, if I beat the doore
downe
Luce. What needs all that, and a paire of stocks in the
towne?