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Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he
should hav...
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Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he
should have old turning the key.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' th name of Beelzebub? Here's a
farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in,
farmer. Have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an
equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale,
who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate
to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come
hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here you may
roast your goose.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock; never at quiet. What are you? But this place is too cold
for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some
of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
[Knocking within]
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
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Macbeth. To know my deed, 'twere best not know myself.
[Knocking within]
Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!
Porter. Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of hell-gate, he
should have old turning the key.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' th name of Beelzebub? Here's a
farmer, that hanged himself on the expectation of plenty. Come in,
farmer. Have napkins enough about you; here you'll sweat for't.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock! Who's there, in the other devil's name? Faith, here's an
equivocator, that could swear in both the scales against either scale,
who committed treason enough for God's sake, yet could not equivocate
to heaven. O, come in, equivocator.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an English tailor come
hither for stealing out of a French hose. Come in, tailor. Here you may
roast your goose.
[Knocking within]
Knock, knock; never at quiet. What are you? But this place is too cold
for hell. I'll devil-porter it no further. I had thought to have let in some
of all professions that go the primrose way to the everlasting bonfire.
[Knocking within]
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
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'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a gre...
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'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
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Macduff. Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
That you do lie so late?
Porter. 'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
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Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it
provokes, an...
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Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it
provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the
performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator
with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it
takes him off; it persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep
and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
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Macduff. What three things does drink especially provoke?
Porter. Marry, sir, nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it
provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the
performance: therefore, much drink may be said to be an equivocator
with lechery. It makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it
takes him off; it persuades him and disheartens him; makes him
stand to and not stand to; in conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep
and, giving him the lie, leaves him.
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That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie;...
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That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
think, being too strong for him, though he took
up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
him.
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Macduff. I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
Porter. That it did, sir, i' the very throat on
me: but I requited him for his lie; and, I
think, being too strong for him, though he took
up my legs sometime, yet I made a shift to cast
him.
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