Ant. E. You’ll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down.
60 Luce. [Within] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town?
[Adr. [Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all this noise?
Dro. S. [Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys.
Ant. E. Are you, there, wife? you might have come before.
Adr. [Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.
65 [Dro. E.] If you went in pain, master, this ‘knave’ would go sore.
Aug. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would fain have either.
Bal. In debating which was best, we shall [part] with neither.
Dro. E. They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.