This conjecture is supported by the following passage from "The World's Folly; or, A Warning-Peece Discharged upon the Wickedness thereof," by I.H., 1615: "I will not particularize those _blitea dramata_, (as Laberius tearmes another sort), those _Fortune_-fatted fooles and Times Ideots, whose garbe is the Tootheache of witte, the Plague-sore of Judgement, the Common-sewer of Obscoenities, and the very Traine-powder that dischargeth the roaring _Meg_ (not _Mol_) of all scurrile villainies upon the Cities face; who are faine to produce blinde * _Impudence_ ['Garlicke' inserted in the margin, against the asterisk] to personate himselfe upon their stage, behung with chaynes of garlicke, as an antidote against their owne infectious breaths, lest it should kill their Oyster-crying Audience."--_Collier._ [369] [So in old copy, but query, _addle-headed_.] [370] This was one of the cries of London at the time: "_Buy my rope of onions--white Sir Thomas's onions_." It was also liable to the hypercriticism of the player. What St Thomas had to do with onions does not appear; but the saint here meant was perhaps St Thomas of Trunnions-- "Nay, softe, my maisters, by _Saincte Thomas of Trunions_, I am not disposed to buy of your _onions_." --"Apius and Virginia," 1575, sig. E 2. These lines are spoken by Haphazard, the Vice, and are used as if the expression were proverbial. [371] Shrove-Tuesday was a holiday for apprentices and working people, as appears by several contemporary writers. So in Dekker's "Seven Deadly Sinnes of London," 1606, p. 35: "They presently (like prentises upon _Shrove-Tuesday_) take the lawe into their owne handes, and doe what they list." [372] The omission of the preposition by Mr Reed spoiled the metre of the line.--_Collier._ [373] So in "Hamlet," act ii. sc. 2: "To the celestial, and my soul's idol, the most _beautified_ Ophelia." See the notes of Mr Theobald, Dr Johnson, and Mr Steevens, thereon. [See also Dyce's "Shakespeare Glossary," 1868, _in voce_.] [374] [Old copy, _hides_.] ACTUS SECUNDUS. _Enter_ HOG _the usurer; with_ PETER SERVITUDE, _trussing his points_. HOG. What, hath not my young Lord Wealthy been here this morning? P. SER. No, in very deed, sir; he is a towardly young gentleman; shall he have my young mistress, your daughter, I pray you, sir? HOG. Ay, that he shall, Peter; she cannot be matched to greater honour and riches in all this country: yet the peevish girl makes coy of it, she had rather affect a prodigal; as there was Haddit, one that by this time cannot be otherwise than hanged, or in some worse estate; yet she would have had him: but I praise my stars she went without him, though I did not without his lands. 'Twas a rare mortgage, Peter. P. SER. As e'er came in parchment: but see, here comes my young lord. _Enter_ YOUNG LORD WEALTHY.