1 Car. Heigh ho! An’t be not four by the day, I’ll be hanged: Charles’ wain is over the new chimney, and yet our horse not packed. What, ostler!
Ost. [Within.] Anon, anon.
1 Car. 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.
2 Car. Pease 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.
1 Car. Poor fellow! never joyed 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 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 us ne’er a jordan, and then we leak in your chimney; and your chamber lie breeds fleas like a loach.
1 Car. What, ostler! come away, and be hanged, come away.