DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cicely, Gillian, Ginn!
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
[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
When one is one too many? Go, get thee from the door.
DROMIO OF EPHESUS.
What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on’s feet.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Who talks within there? Ho, open the door.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Right, sir, I’ll tell you when an you’ll tell me wherefore.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
Wherefore? For my dinner. I have not dined today.
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
Nor today here you must not; come again when you may.
ANTIPHOLUS OF EPHESUS.
What art thou that keep’st me out from the house I owe?
DROMIO OF SYRACUSE.
The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio.