MORP. Your brother! CITIZEN. [WITHIN.] Ay, her brother, sir, and we must come in. TAILOR. [WITHIN.] Why, what are you? CITIZEN. [WITHIN.] I am her husband, sir. TAILOR. [WITHIN.] Then thrust forward your head. AMO. What tumult is there? MORP. Who's there? bear back there! Stand from the door! AMO. Enter none but the ladies and their hang-byes.-- ENTER PHANTASTE, PHILAUTIA, ARGURION, MORIA, HEDON, AND ANAIDES, INTRODUCING TWO LADIES. Welcome beauties, and your kind shadows. HED. This country lady, my friend, good signior Amorphus. ANA. And my cockatrice here. AMO. She is welcome. THE CITIZEN, AND HIS WIFE, PAGES, ETC., APPEAR AT THE DOOR. MORP. Knock those same pages there; and, goodman coxcomb the citizen, who would you speak withal? WIFE. My brother. AMO. With whom? your brother! MORP. Who is your brother? WIFE. Master Asotus. AMO. Master Asotus! is he your brother? he is taken up with great persons; he is not to know you to-night. RE-ENTER ASOTUS HASTILY. ASO. O Jove, master! an there come e'er a citizen gentlewoman in my name, let her have entrance, I pray you: it is my sister. WIFE. Brother! CIT. [THRUSTING IN.] Brother, master Asotus! ASO. Who's there? WIFE. 'Tis I, brother. ASO. Gods me, there she is! good master, intrude her. MORP. Make place! bear back there! ENTER CITIZEN'S WIFE. AMO. Knock that simple fellow there. WIFE. Nay, good sir, it is my husband. MORP. The simpler fellow he.--Away! back with your head, sir! [PUSHES THE CITIZEN BACK.] ASO. Brother, you must pardon your non-entry: husbands are not allow'd here, in truth. I'll come home soon with my sister: pray you meet us with a lantern, brother. Be merry, sister: I shall make you laugh anon. [EXIT.] PHA. Your prizer is not ready, Amorphus. AMO. Apprehend your places; he shall be soon, and at all points. ANA. Is there any body come to answer him? shall we have any sport? AMO. Sport of importance; howsoever, give me the gloves. HED. Gloves! why gloves, signior? PHI. What's the ceremony? AMO. [DISTRIBUTING GLOVES.] Beside their received fitness, at all prizes, they are here properly accommodate to the nuptials of my scholar's 'haviour to the lady Courtship. Please you apparel your hands. Madam Phantaste, madam Philautia, guardian, signior Hedon, signior Anaides, gentlemen all, ladies. ALL. Thanks, good Amorphus. AMO. I will now call forth my provost, and present him. [EXIT.] ANA. Heart! why should not we be masters as well as he? HED. That's true, and play our masters' prizes as well as the t'other? MOR. In sadness, for using your court-weapons, methinks you may. PHA. Nay, but why should not we ladies play our prizes, I pray? I see no reason but we should take them down at their own weapons.