Ant. E. There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.
70 Dro. E. You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your [cake here] is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man [mad as a buck], to be so bought and sold.
Ant. E. Go fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate.
Dro. S. [Within] Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate.
75 Dro. E. A man may break a word with [you,] sir; and words are but wind;
Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind.
Dro. S. [Within] It seems thou want’st breaking: out upon thee, hind!
Dro. E. Here’s too much ‘out upon thee!’ I pray thee, let me in.