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Knock
,
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.
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
.
Opens
the
gate
