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ACT II IT

Scene I IT

Enter a Carrier with a lantern in his hand.

I. CARRIER
Heigh-ho! an it 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!

OSTLER
[within]
Anon, anon.

I. CARRIER

I prithee, Tom, beat Cut’s saddle, put a few [5] flocks in the point. Poor jade
is wrung in the withers out of all cess.

Enter another Carrier.

2. CARRIER
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. [10]

I. CARRIER

Poor fellow never joyed since the price of oats rose. It was the death of him.

2. CARRIER
I think this be the most villainous house in all London road for fleas. I am
stung like a tench.

I. CARRIER