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When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

      — Romeo and Juliet, Act III Scene 2

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1

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Adriana

593

Come, come, no longer will I be a fool,
To put the finger in the eye and weep,
Whilst man and master laugh my woes to scorn.
Come, sir, to dinner. Dromio, keep the gate.
Husband, I'll dine above with you to-day
And shrive you of a thousand idle pranks.
Sirrah, if any ask you for your master,
Say he dines forth, and let no creature enter.
Come, sister. Dromio, play the porter well.

2

Comedy of Errors
[II, 2]

Dromio of Syracuse

607

Master, shall I be porter at the gate?

3

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Ephesus

651

What patch is made our porter? My master stays in
the street.

4

Comedy of Errors
[III, 1]

Dromio of Syracuse

662

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

5

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

Second Servingman

2767

Whence are you, sir? Has the porter his eyes in his
head; that he gives entrance to such companions?
Pray, get you out.

6

Coriolanus
[IV, 5]

Third Servingman

2961

Why, he is so made on here within, as if he were son
and heir to Mars; set at upper end o' the table; no
question asked him by any of the senators, but they
stand bald before him: our general himself makes a
mistress of him: sanctifies himself with's hand and
turns up the white o' the eye to his discourse. But
the bottom of the news is that our general is cut i'
the middle and but one half of what he was
yesterday; for the other has half, by the entreaty
and grant of the whole table. He'll go, he says,
and sowl the porter of Rome gates by the ears: he
will mow all down before him, and leave his passage polled.

7

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1]

Lord Bardolph

44

Who keeps the gate here, ho? [The PORTER opens the gate]
Where is the Earl?

8

Henry IV, Part II
[I, 1]

Lord Bardolph

53

Here comes the Earl. Exit PORTER

9

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

825

[Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter]

10

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3]

Countess of Auvergne

826

Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.

11

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

861

[Re-enter Porter with keys]

12

Henry VIII
[V, 4]

(stage directions)

3268

[Noise and tumult within. Enter Porter and his Man]

13

Henry VIII
[V, 4]

Porter

3269

You'll leave your noise anon, ye rascals: do you
take the court for Paris-garden? ye rude slaves,
leave your gaping.
[Within]
Good master porter, I belong to the larder.

14

Henry VIII
[V, 4]

Man

3291

I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand,
To mow 'em down before me: but if I spared any
That had a head to hit, either young or old,
He or she, cuckold or cuckold-maker,
Let me ne'er hope to see a chine again
And that I would not for a cow, God save her!
[Within]
Do you hear, master porter?

15

King Lear
[III, 7]

Earl of Gloucester

2185

Because I would not see thy cruel nails
Pluck out his poor old eyes; nor thy fierce sister
In his anointed flesh stick boarish fangs.
The sea, with such a storm as his bare head
In hell-black night endur'd, would have buoy'd up
And quench'd the steeled fires.
Yet, poor old heart, he holp the heavens to rain.
If wolves had at thy gate howl'd that stern time,
Thou shouldst have said, 'Good porter, turn the key.'
All cruels else subscrib'd. But I shall see
The winged vengeance overtake such children.

16

Love's Labour's Lost
[I, 2]

Moth

373

Samson, master: he was a man of good carriage, great
carriage, for he carried the town-gates on his back
like a porter: and he was in love.

17

Macbeth
[II, 3]

(stage directions)

746

[Knocking within. Enter a Porter]

18

Macbeth
[II, 3]

Porter

747

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' 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.

19

Merry Wives of Windsor
[II, 2]

Falstaff

967

Sir, I know not how I may deserve to be your porter.

20

Romeo and Juliet
[I, 5]

First Servant

623

Away with the joint-stools, remove the
court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save
me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let
the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell.
Antony, and Potpan!

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