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Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
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SCENE I. An inn yard at Rochester. Enter a Carrier, with a lanthorn in his hand.

1 Car.

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 pack'd. What, ostler!

Ost. [within.]

Anon, anon.

1 Car.

I pr'ythee, Tom, beat Cut's6 note saddle, put a few stocks in the point; the poor jade is wrung in the withers 7 noteout of all cess.

Enter another Carrier.

2 Car.

Pease and beans are 8 noteas dank here as a dog, and that is the next way to give poor jades the 9 note


bots: this house is turn'd upside down, since Robin ostler dy'd.

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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.9Q0672

1 Car.

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.

2 Car.

Why, they will allow us9Q0673 ne'er a jourden, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds fleas 1 note


like a loach.

1 Car.

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

2 Car.

I have a gammon of bacon, 2 note

and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.

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1 Car.

'Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier 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?

3 note





Enter Gads-hill.

Gads.

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

Car.

4 noteI 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

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up the gentlemen; they will along with company, for they have great charge.

[Exeunt Carriers. Enter Chamberlain.

Gads.

What, ho! chamberlain!

Cham.

5 note



At hand, quoth pick-purse.

Gads.

That's even as fair as—at hand, quoth the chamberlain: for thou variest no more from picking of purses, than giving direction doth from labouring; thou lay'st the plot how.

Cham.

Good morrow, master Gads-hill. It holds current, that I told you yesternight: There's a 6 notefranklin in the wild of Kent, hath brought three hundred marks with him in gold: I heard him tell it to one of his company, last night at supper; a kind of auditor; one that hath abundance of charge too, God knows what. They are up already, and call for eggs and butter7 note: They will away presently.

Gads.

Sirrah, if they meet not with 7 note




note, 1633: “I think yonder come prancing down the hills from Kingston, a couple of St. Nicholas's clarks.” Again, in The Hollander: “&lblank; to wit, divers books, and St. Nicholas clarks.” Again, in A Christian turn'd Turk, 1612:


&lblank; “We are prevented; &lblank;
St. Nicholas's clerks are stepp'd up before us.”

Again, in The Hollander, a comedy by Glapthorne, 1640: “Next it is decreed, that the receivers of our rents and customs, to wit, divers rooks, and St. Nicholas clerks, &c.—under pain of being carried up Holborn in a cart, &c.” Steevens.

saint Nicholas' clerks, I'll give thee this neck.

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Cham.

No, I'll none of it: I pr'ythee, keep that for the hangman; for, I know, thou worship'st saint Nicholas as truly as a man of falshood may.

Gads.

What talk'st thou to me of the hangman? if I hang, I'll make a fat pair of gallows: for, if I hang, old sir John hangs with me; and, thou know'st, he's no starveling. Tut! there are other Trojans9 note that thou dream'st not of, the which, for sport sake, are content to do the profession some grace; that would, if matters should be look'd into, for their own credit sake, make all whole. 1 noteI am join'd with no foot land-rakers, no long-staff, six-penny strikers2 note





; none of

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these mad, mustachio, purple-hu'd malt-worms3 note: but with nobility, and tranquillity; 4 note

burgomasters, and

-- 298 --

great oneyers; such as can hold in; 5 note

such as will strike sooner than speak, and speak sooner than

-- 299 --

drink, and drink sooner than pray: And yet I lie; for they pray continually unto their saint, the commonwealth; or, rather, not pray to her, but prey on her; for they ride up and down on her, and make her their boots.

Cham.

What, the common-wealth their boots? will she hold out water in foul way?

Gads.

6 noteShe will, she will; justice hath liquor'd her. We steal as in a castle7 note





, cock-sure; 8 note







we have the
receipt of fern-seed, we walk invisible.

-- 300 --

Cham.

Nay, by my faith; I think, you are more beholden to the night, than to fern-seed, for your walking invisible.

Gads.

Give me thy hand: thou shalt have a share in our purchase9 note



, as I am a true man.

Cham.

Nay, rather let me have it, as you are a false thief.

Gads.

Go to; 1 noteHomo is a common name to all men.—Bid the ostler bring my gelding out of the stable. Farewel, you muddy knave.

[Exeunt.

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Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
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