Shut the damn door!

We might have Dido's maid coming after her mistress in the shower with pattens and an umbrella; or Cleopatra's page guttling the figs in the basket which had brought the asp that killed the mistress of Antony.

Ye vigorous swains! while youth ferments your blood.

Setting up for a cloudbust, Hickory said. She don't aim to hit right around here, anyway.