Enter Adriana.
Adr. Who is that at the doore y keeps all this noise?
S.Dro. By my troth your towne is troubled with vnruly
boies
Anti. Are you there Wife? you might haue come
before
Adri. Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore
E.Dro. If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold
goe sore
Angelo. Heere is neither cheere sir, nor welcome, we
would faine haue either
Baltz. In debating which was best, wee shall part
with neither
E.Dro. They stand at the doore, Master, bid them
welcome hither
Anti. There is something in the winde, that we cannot
get in
E.Dro. You would say so Master, if your garments
were thin.
Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the
cold.
It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought
and sold