1. Scene I. Rochester. An Inn-Yard.
[Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand.]
Heigh-ho! an't be not four by the day, I'll be hang'd:
Charles' wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse' not
[within.] Anon, anon.
I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's saddle, put a few flocks in the
point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers out of all cess.
[Enter another Carrier.]
Peas and beans are as dank here as a dog, and that is the
next way to give poor jades the bots; this house is turned
upside down since Robin ostler died.
Poor fellow! never joyed since the price of oats rose; it was
the death of him.
I think this be the most villainous house in all London road
for fleas: I am stung like a tench.
Like a tench! by the Mass, there is ne'er a king in Christendom
could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.--What,
ostler! come away and be hang'd; come away.
I have a gammon of bacon and two razes of ginger, to be
delivered as far as Charing-cross.
'Odsbody! the turkeys in my pannier are quite starved.--What,
ostler! A plague on thee! hast thou never an eye in thy head?
canst not hear? An 'twere not as good a deed as drink to break
the pate of thee, I am a very villain. Come, and be hang'd:
hast no faith in thee?
Good morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?
I think it be two o'clock.