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But soft, my door is lock’d; go bid them let us in.

E. Dro.

Maud, Bridget, Marian, Cic’ly, Gillian, Ginn!

S. Dro. [Within.]

Mome, malt-horse, capon, cox-comb, 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.

E. Dro.

What patch is made our porter? My master stays in the street.

S. Dro. [Within.]

Let him walk from whence he came, lest he catch cold on ’s feet.

E. Ant.

Who talks within there? Ho, open the door!

S. Dro. [Within.]

Right, sir, I’ll tell you when, and you’ll tell me wherefore.

E. Ant.

Wherefore? For my dinner: I have not din’d to-day.

S. Dro. [Within.]

Nor to-day here you must not, come again when you may.

E. Ant.

What art thou that keep’st me out from the house I owe?

S. Dro. [Within.]

The porter for this time, sir, and my name is Dromio.

E. Dro.

O villain, thou hast stol’n both mine office and my name:

The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame.