Time enough to go to bed with a candle, I warrant
thee. Come, neighbour Mugs, we'll call up the
gentleman: they will along with company, for they
have great charge.

Ay, when? can'st tell? Lend me thy lantern, quoth
he? marry, I'll see thee hanged first.

I have a gammon of bacon and two razors of ginger,
to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.

Why, they will allow us ne'er a jordan, and then we
leak in your chimney; and your chamber-lie breeds
fleas like a loach.

I think this be the most villanous house in all
London road for fleas: I am stung like a tench.

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.