Act 3, Scene I - Page 2

Wherefore? for my dinner: I have not dined to-day.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] Nor to-day here you must not; come again
when you may.
ANTIPHOLUS

OF EPHESUS
What art thou that keepest me out from the house I owe?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] The porter for this time, sir, and my name
is Dromio.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
O villain! thou hast stolen both mine office and my name.
The one ne'er got me credit, the other mickle blame.
If thou hadst been Dromio to-day in my place,
Thou wouldst have changed thy face for a name or thy
name for an ass.

LUCE
[Within] What a coil is there, Dromio? who are those
at the gate?

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Let my master in, Luce.

LUCE
[Within] Faith, no; he comes too late;
And so tell your master.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
O Lord, I must laugh!
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?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] If thy name be call'd Luce--Luce, thou hast
answered him well.

ANTIPHOLUS
Do you hear, you minion? you'll let us in, I hope?
OF EPHESUS

LUCE
[Within] I thought to have asked you.

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] And you said no.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
So, come, help: well struck! there was blow for blow.
ANTIPHOLUS

OF EPHESUS
Thou baggage, let me in.

LUCE
[Within] Can you tell for whose sake?

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
Master, knock the door hard.

LUCE
[Within] Let him knock till it ache.
ANTIPHOLUS

OF EPHESUS
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?

ADRIANA
[Within] Who is that at the door that keeps all
this noise?

DROMIO OF SYRACUSE
[Within] By my troth, your town is troubled with
unruly boys.
ANTIPHOLUS

OF EPHESUS
Are you there, wife? you might have come before.

ADRIANA
[Within] Your wife, sir knave! go get you from the door.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
If you went in pain, master, this 'knave' would go sore.

ANGELO
Here is neither cheer, sir, nor welcome: we would
fain have either.

BALTHAZAR
In debating which was best, we shall part with neither.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
They stand at the door, master; bid them welcome hither.
ANTIPHOLUS

OF EPHESUS
There is something in the wind, that we cannot get in.

DROMIO OF EPHESUS
You would say so, master, if your garments were thin.
Your cake there is warm within; you stand here in the cold:
It would make a man mad as a buck, to be so