1 Carrier.

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 packt. What, ostler?

Ost. [within.]

Anon, anon.

1 Car.

I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cutt's saddle, put a few flocks in the point: the poor jade is wrung in the withers, ^{1 note}out of all cess.

2 Car.

Pease and beans are ^{2 note}as dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the ^{3 note}bots: this house is turn'd upside down, since Robin Ostler dy'd.

1 Car.

Poor fellow never joy'd since the price of oats rose; it was the death of him.

2 Car.

I think, this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas: I am stung like a Tench.

1 Car.

Like a Tench? by th' Mass, there's ne'er

a King in Christendom could be better bit than I have been since the first cock.

2 Car.

Why, they will allow us ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney: and your chamber-lie breeds fleas ^{4 note}like a Loach.

1 Car.

What, ostler!—Come away, and be hang'd, come away.

2 Car.

I have a gammon of bacon, and two ^{5 note}razes of ginger to be deliver'd as far as Charing-cross.

1 Car.

'Odsbody, the Turkies in my panniers are quite starv'd. 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?

Gads.

Good-morrow, carriers. What's o'clock?

Car.

I think, it be two o'clock.

Gads.

I pr'ythee, lend me thy lanthorn, to see my gelding in the stable.

1 Car.

Nay, soft, I pray ye; I know a trick worth two of that, i'faith.

Gads.

I pr'ythee, lend me thine.

2 Car.

Ay, when? canst tell?—lend me thy lanthorn, quoth a!—marry, I'll see thee hang'd first.

Gads.

Sirrah, carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?

2 Car.

Time enough to go to bed with a Candle, I warrant thee.—Come, neighbour Mugges, we'll call

up the gentlemen; they will along with Company, for they have great Charge.