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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.