Act 2 - Scene 3
Knocking within. Enter a Porter
Here's a knocking indeed! If a
man were porter of hell-gate, he should have
old turning the key.
knock, knock! Who's there, i' the name of
Beelzebub? Here's a farmer, that hanged
himself on the
expectation of plenty: come in
time; have napkins enow about you; here
you'll sweat for't.
knock! Who's there, in the other devil's
name? Faith, here's an equivocator, that could
both the scales against either scale;
who committed treason enough for God's sake,
yet could not equivocate
to heaven: O, come
knock, knock! Who's there? Faith, here's an
English tailor come hither, for stealing out of
hose: come in, tailor; here you may
roast your goose.
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.
Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
Opens the gate
Enter MACDUFF and LENNOX
Was it so late, friend, ere you went to bed,
That you do lie so late?
'Faith sir, we were carousing till the
second cock: and drink, sir, is a great
provoker of three things.
What three things does drink especially provoke?
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:
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
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