Morton Ruins Shakespeare...Again.

Here's a knocking indeed! If an a monkey were
porter of Candy Gate, he should have old turning the
key. (Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there,
i' the name of the Licorice Man? Here's a little kitten, that lick'd
his cute little paws 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 the other
candy's name? Faith, here's a jelly bean man, that could 

Put a bunch of jelly beans on a scale, who put them in

a little bag for Morton, yet could  not take out the orange

ones that Morton doesn't like. O, come in, Jelly Bean Man.
(Knock.) Knock, knock, knock! Who's there? Faith,
here's an English toffee lady come hither, for giving 
Morton hard chewy treats: come in, Toffee Lady; even though

your candies sometimes hurt Morton's teeth. (Knock.) 

Knock, knock! Never at quiet! What are you? But this place is too 

ymmy looking for Morton. I'll candy-porter it no further: I had
thought to have let in some of all chocolate bar people that have

chocolate treats for Morton. (Knock.)   Anon, anon! [Opens the gate.] 

I pray you, remember the candy monkey .