[88] _Ever while you live, 'tis your first rule in We'sh grammars_, which is clearly a reply to Moll's remark, has been hitherto very absurdly made a part of Randall's letter, which begins only at _That hur forsake_, &c. [89] On the banks of the river Thames, formerly used for a laystall for the soil of the streets, and much frequented by barges and lighters for taking the same away; also for landing corn and other goods.--"Stowe's Survey," bk. iii., p. 229, vol. i edit 1720. [90] [The cant meaning of aunt at that time was _procuress_. See Dyce's Middleton, i. 444. The word in this acceptation is not unusual.] [91] [See Hazlitt's "Proverbs," 1869, p. 149. _To be wrapped in his mother's smock_ is a synonym for good fortune.] [92] In the 4º it runs _Enter Chambermaid, Hugh with a bandbox_: probably Hugh, though he says nothing, carried the box for the maid. Mr. Reed made the change.--_Collier._ [93] See note to "The Miseries of Enforced Marriage," [ix. 572.] [94] [Old copy, _many minds_.] [95] To make one's-self _unready_ was the common term for undressing. See several instances in Mr Steevens's note on the "First Part of King Henry VI.," act ii. sc. 1. [96] In the old copy, the dialogue is here confused, what is said by Alexander being given to the widow, and what is said by the widow to Jarvis.--_Collier._ ACT V., SCENE I. _Enter +Sim+ and +John+, passing over with a basin of rosemary[97] and a great flagon with wine._ +Sim.+ Come, John, carry your hand steadily; the guests drop in apace, do not let your wine drop out.[98] +John.+ 'Tis as I told thee; Master Alexander, thy mistress' eldest son will be here. +Sim.+ Rose, I pray burn some pitch i' th' parlour, 'tis good against ill airs; Master Alexander will be here. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Old Bloodhound+ and +Jarvis+._ +Blood.+ I am up before you, son Ear-lack. Will Ancient Young be here with a rich wife too? Thy mistress is not stirring yet, sirrah. I'll hold my life the baggage slipped to thy mistress; there they have e'en locked the door to them, and are tricking up one another: O these women! But this rogue Tim, he lay out to-night too; he received my hundred mark, and (I fear) is murdered. Truss, truss, good Jarvis. +Jar.+ He has been a-wooing, sir, and has fetched over the delicatest young virgin! Her father died but a week since, and left her to her marriage five thousand pound in money and a parcel of land worth three hundred per annum.