_Luce._ [_Within_] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those at the gate? _Dro. E._ Let my master in, Luce. _Luce._ [_Within_] Faith, no; he comes too late; And so tell your master. _Dro. E._ O Lord, I must laugh! 50 Have at you with a proverb;--Shall I set in my staff? _Luce._ [_Within_] Have at you with another; that’s, --When? can you tell? _Dro. S._ [_Within_] If thy name be call’d Luce, --Luce, thou hast answer’d him well. _Ant. E._ Do you hear, you minion? you’ll let us in, I hope? _Luce._ [_Within_] I thought to have ask’d you. _Dro. S._ [_Within_] And you said no. 55 _Dro. E._ So, come, help:--well struck! there was blow for blow. _Ant. E._ Thou baggage, let me in. _Luce._ [_Within_] Can you tell for whose sake? _Dro. E._ Master, knock the door hard. _Luce._ [_Within_] Let him knock till it ache. _Ant. E._ You’ll cry for this, minion, if I beat the door down. _Luce._ [_Within_] What needs all that, and a pair of stocks in the town? 60 _Adr._ [_Within_] Who is that at the door that keeps all this noise? _Dro. S._ [_Within_] By my troth, your town is troubled with unruly boys. _Ant. E._ Are you, there, wife? you might have come before. _Adr._ [_Within_] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door. _Dro. E._ If you went in pain, master, this ‘knave’ would go sore. 65 _Aug._ Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would fain have either. _Bal._ In debating which was best, we shall part with neither. _Dro. E._ They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither. _Ant. E._ There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in. _Dro. E._ You would say so, master, if your garments were thin. 70 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. _Ant. E._ Go fetch me something: I’ll break ope the gate. _Dro. S._ [_Within_] Break any breaking here, and I’ll break your knave’s pate. _Dro. E._ A man may break a word with you, sir; and words are but wind; 75 Ay, and break it in your face, so he break it not behind. _Dro. S._ [_Within_] It seems thou want’st breaking: out upon thee, hind! _Dro. E._ Here’s too much ‘out upon thee!’ I pray thee, let me in. _Dro. S._ [_Within_] Ay, when fowls have no feathers, and fish have no fin. _Ant. E._ Well, I’ll break in:--go borrow me a crow. 80 _Dro. E._ A crow without feather? Master, mean you so? For a fish without a fin, there’s a fowl without a feather: If a crow help us in, sirrah, we’ll pluck a crow together. _Ant. E._ Go get thee gone; fetch me an iron crow.