ere be your andirons now? and your brass pots,
That should have been golden flagons, and great wedges?
MAM. Let me but breathe. What, they have shut their doors,
Methinks!
SUR. Ay, now 'tis holiday with them.
MAM. Rogues,
[HE AND SURLY KNOCK.]
Cozeners, impostors, bawds!
FACE. What mean you, sir?
MAM. To enter if we can.
FACE. Another man's house!
Here is the owner, sir: turn you to him,
And speak your business.
MAM. Are you, sir, the owner?
LOVE. Yes, sir.
MAM. And are those knaves within your cheaters!
LOVE. What knaves, what cheaters?
MAM. Subtle and his Lungs.
FACE. The gentleman is distracted, sir! No lungs,
Nor lights have been seen here these three weeks, sir,
Within these doors, upon my word.
SUR. Your word,
Groom arrogant!
FACE. Yes, sir, I am the housekeeper,
And know the keys have not been out of my hands.
SUR. This is a new Face.
FACE. You do mistake the house, sir:
What sign was't at?
SUR. You rascal! this is one
Of the confederacy. Come, let's get officers,
And force the door.
LOVE. 'Pray you stay, gentlemen.
SUR. No, sir, we'll come with warrant.
MAM. Ay, and then
We shall have your doors open.
[EXEUNT MAM. AND SUR.]
LOVE. What means this?
FACE. I cannot tell, sir.
I NEI. These are two of the gallants
That we do think we saw.
FACE. Two of the fools!
Your talk as idly as they. Good faith, sir,
I think the moon has crazed 'em all.--
[ASIDE.]
O me,
[ENTER KASTRIL.]
The angry boy come too! He'll make a noise,
And ne'er away till he have betray'd us all.
KAS [KNOCKING]. What rogues, bawds, slaves,
you'll open the door, anon!
Punk, cockatrice, my suster! By this light
I'll fetch the marshal to you. You are a whore
To keep your castle--
FACE. Who would you speak with, sir?
KAS. The bawdy doctor, and the cozening captain,
And puss my suster.
LOVE. This is something, sure.
FACE. Upon my trust, the doors were never open, sir.
KAS. I have heard all their tricks told me twice over,
By the fat knight and the lean gentleman.
LOVE. Here comes another.
[ENTER ANANIAS AND TRIBULATION.]
FACE. Ananias too!
And his pastor!
TRI [BEATING AT THE DOOR]. The doors are shut against us.
ANA. Come forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire!
Your stench it is broke forth; abomination
Is in the house.
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