2 Car. I have a gammon of bacon, and two razes of ginger, to be delivered as far as Charing-cross.
1 Car. Odsbody! the turkies in my pannier are quite starved.—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 hanged:—Hast no faith in thee?
Enter Gadshill.
Gads. Good morrow, carriers. What’s o’clock?
1 Car. I think it be two o’clock.
Gads. I pr’ythee, lend me thy lantern, 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 lantern, quoth a?—marry, I’ll see thee hanged first.
Gads. Sirrah carrier, what time do you mean to come to London?