Adri. Your wife sir knaue? go get you from the dore

E.Dro. If you went in paine Master, this knaue wold
goe sore

Angelo. Heere is neither cheere sir, nor welcome, we
would faine haue either

Baltz. In debating which was best, wee shall part
with neither

E.Dro. They stand at the doore, Master, bid them
welcome hither

Anti. There is something in the winde, that we cannot
get in

E.Dro. You would say so Master, if your garments
were thin.
Your cake here is warme within: you stand here in the
cold.
It would make a man mad as a Bucke to be so bought
and sold

Ant. Go fetch me something, Ile break ope the gate

S.Dro. Breake any breaking here, and Ile breake your
knaues pate