Dan. Our'n be a comfortable parlour, zur: you'll find it clean: for I wash'd un down mysen, wringing wet, five minutes ago.
Pereg. You have told me so, twenty times.
Dan. This be the Red Cow, zur, as you may see by the pictur; and here be measter—he'll treat ye in a hospital manner, zur, and show you a deal o' contention.
Dennis. I'll be bound, sir, you'll get good entertainment, whether you are a man or a horse.
Pereg. You may lodge me as either, friend. I can sleep as well in a stable as a bedchamber; for travel has season'd me.—Since I have preserved this [Half aside, and pointing to the Trunk under his Arm], I can lay my head upon it with tranquility, and repose any where.
Dennis. 'Faith, it seems a mighty decent, hard bolster. What is it stuff'd with, I wonder?
Pereg. That which keeps the miser awake—money.
Dan. Wauns! all that money!
Dennis. I'd be proud, sir, to know your upholsterer—he should make me a feather bed gratis of the same pretty materials. If that was all my own, I'd sleep like a pig, though I'm married to Mrs. Brulgruddery.
Pereg. I shall sleep better, because it is not my own.