RON. Now is the ass expecting of a banquet, Ready to court, embrace, and kiss his mistress. But I'll soon stave him. What ho! [_Knocks at the door._ BEV. Who's that so boldly knocks? I am not within-- Or busy. Why so importunate? who is't? RON. 'Tis I. BEV. Your name? RON. Thomas ap William ap Morgan ap Davy ap Roger, &c. TRIN. Spinola's camp's broke loose: a troop of soldiers! BEV. O me! my husband! O me, wretch! 'tis my husband. TRIN. One man, and wear so many names! BEV. O sir, H' has more outrageous devils in his rage Than names. As you respect your life, avoid him: Down at that window---- TRIN. 'Tis as high as Paul's; Open the garden door. BEV. He has the keys. Down at some window, as you love your life, Tender my honour, and your safety. RON. Bevilona! Down, or I'll break the doors, and with the splinters Beat all thy bones to pieces: down, you whore. BEV. Be patient but a little; I come instantly. TRIN. Ha' you no trunk nor chest to hide me? BEV. None, sir. Alas, I am clean undone! it is my husband. RON. Doubtless this whore hath some of her companions, That wrong me thus. But if I catch the villain, I'll bathe my hungry sword and sharp revenge In his heart-blood. Come down! BEV. I cannot. [_To_ TRINCALO.] Stay; There stands an empty hogshead with a false bottom To ope and shut at pleasure; come hither; in, In, as you love your life. TRIN. But hear you, madam, Is there no looking-glass within't? for I hate glasses As naturally as some do cats or cheese. BEV. In, in, there's none. RON. Who now? is the ass pass'd? BEV. I tunn'd him up, ha, ha, ha! I fear he'll fall aworking. RON. Second me handsomely, we'll entertain him An hour or two, and laugh, and get his clothes To make our sport up. [_Aside._] Wife, where's the empty hogshead, That wont to stand under the stairs? BEV. There still. RON. Out with it quickly: I must have it fill'd. BEV. Not to-day, good sir; to-morrow will serve as well. RON. Out with it quickly: I must have it fill'd. BEV. Not to-day, good sir; to-morrow will serve as well. RON. I must ha't now. BEV. 'Tis more than I can carry. RON. I'll help thee: so, so. Foh! this vessel's musty. Fetch out some water. BEV. Fetch't out yourself. TRIN. Pox of all transmutation, I am smother'd. Lady, as you love me, give the hogshead vent, The beer that's in't will work and break the vessel. BEV. Signior Antonio, as you love your life, Lie still and close, for, if you stir, you die. RON. So, so; now shake it; so, so. TRIN. O! I am drown'd! I drown! RON. When comes this hollow sound? TRIN. I drown! I smother!