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E. Ant. You are sad, signior Balthazar: Pray god,
your good welcome
E. Ant. Ah, signior Balthazar, either at flesh or fish, A table-full of welcome makes scarce one dainty dish. Bal. Good meat, sir, is common, that every churl
affords, E. Ant. And welcome more common ; for that's
nothing but words. Bal. Small cheer, and great welcome, makes a
E. Ant. Ay, to a niggardly host, and more sparing
guest : But though my cates be mean, take them in good part;
comb, idiot, patch!
hatch: Dost thou conjure for wenches, that thou call'dst for
such store, When one is one too many? go get thee from the door, D
E. Dro. What patch is made our porter? my mas
ter stays in the street. S. Dro. Let him walk from whence he camé, lest he catch cold on's feet.
39 E. Ant. Who talks within there? ho, open the door. S. Dro. Right, sir, I'll tell you when, an you'll tell
me wherefore. E. Ant. Wherefore ? for my dinner; I have not
din'd to-day. S. Dro. Nor to-day here you must not; come
again, when you may. E. Ant. What art thou, tliat keep'st me out from
the house I owe? S. Dro. The porter for this time, sir, and my
name is Dromio. E. Dro. O villain, thou hast stolen both mine office
and my name; The one ne’er got me credit, the other mickle blame. If thou had'st been Dromio to-day in my place, Thou would'st have chang'd thy face for a name, or
thy name for an ass. Luce. [within] What a coil is there! Dromio, who are those at the gate?
50 E. Dro. Let my master in, Luce.
Luce, Faith no; he comes too late ;
E, Dro. O Lord, I inust laugh :-
my Luce. Have at you with another : that's, --When? can you tell?
S. Dro. If thy name be called Luce, L
hast answer'd him well.
I trow ?
blow for blow.
the town? Adr. [within] Who is that at the door,
all this noise ? S. Dro. By my troth, your town is trou
unruly boys, E. Ant. Are you there, wife ? you m
come before. Adr. Your wife, sir knave I go, get you
door. E. Dro. If you went in pain, master, t
would go sore. Ang. Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welc
would fain have either. Bal. In debating which was best, we shal neither.
E. Dro. They stand at the door, master; bid them
welcome hither. E. Ant. There is something in the wind, that we
cannot get in. E. Dro. You would say so, master, if your gar
ments 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. E. Ant. Go, fetch me something, I'll break ope
80 S. Dro. Break any thing here, and I'll break your
E. Dro. 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. S. Dro. It seems, thou wantest breaking; Out
upon thee, hind! E. Dro. Here's too much, out upon thee! I pray
thee, let me in. S. Dro. Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish
have no fin. E. Ant. Well, I'll break in; Go borrow me a
E. Dro. A crow without feather ; master, mean
For a fish without a fin, there's a fowl without a
If a crow help us in, sirrah, we'll pluck a crow together.
90 E. Ant. Go, get thee gone, fetch me an iron crow.
Bal. Have patience, sir; oh, let it not be so;
with foul intrusion enter in,
E. Ant. You have prevail'd; I will depart in quiet,