>>2010900Actually I've given it up.
I think alcohol separates me from God so...
PORTER:
Here's a knocking indeed! If a man were porter of
hell-gate, he should have old turning the key. Knock Knock, knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i’ the name of Belzebub? Here's a farmer that hanged himself on th’expectation of plenty. Come in time! Have napkins enow about you; here you'll sweat for't. Knock Knock, knock! Who's there, in th’ 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. Knock 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. Knock 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. Knock Anon, anon! I pray you, remember the porter.
[Opens the gate.]
Enter Macduff and Lennox.
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.
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.
MACDUFF:
I believe drink gave thee the lie last night.
