[Exeunt Cobham and his Lady.]
[The carrier calling.]
CLUB. [Calling.] Host! why ostler! zwooks, here’s such a bomination company of boys. A pox of this pigsty at the house end: it fills all the house full of fleas. Ostler! ostler!
[Enter Ostler.]
OSTLER.
Who calls there? what would you have?
CLUB. Zwooks, do you rob your guests? do you lodge rogues and slaves, and scoundrels, ha? they ha stolen our clothes here: why, ostler!
OSTLER.
A murrein choke you, what a bawlin you keep.
[Enter Host.]
HOST.
How now, what would the carrier have? look up there.
OSTLER. They say that the man and woman that lay by them have stolen their clothes.