Shakespeare, The Merry Devil of Edmonton
“ God a mercy, my good host Blague: Thou hast a good seat here.HOST. Tis correspondent or so: there’s not a Tartarian nor a Carrier shall breath upon your geldings; they have villainous rank feet, the rogues, and they shall not sweat in my linen. Knights and Lords too have been drunk in my house, I thank the destinies.HARRY. Pre’ thee, good sinful Innkeeper, will that corruption, thine Ostler, look well to my gelding. Hay, a pox a these rushes!HOST. You Saint Dennis, your gelding shall walk without doors, and cool his feet for his masters sake. ”
