Better cheer may you have, but not with better heart.
30 But, soft! my door is lock’d.—Go bid them let us in.
Dro. E. Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, [Ginn]!
Dro. S. [Within] Mome, malt-horse, capon, coxcomb, idiot, patch!
Either get thee from the door, or sit down at the hatch.
Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call’st for such store,
35 When one is one too many? Go get thee from the door,
[Dro. E.] What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.
Dro. S. [Within] Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on’s feet.
Ant. E. Who talks within there? ho, open the door!