The custodian smiled with superior toleration.
"But what do 'ee want o' my old lanthorne," asked a yellow-jerkined stable boy, pointing to an old-fashioned horned lantern, tempus Edward III., "with this brave loight ?" "You know," said the custodian, with condescending familiarity, "these mortals worship what they call 'curios' and the 'antique,' and 'is lordship gave a matter of fifty pounds for that same lanthern.

That's what the modern folk come 'ere to see--like as ye." "Oi've an old three-legged stool in Whitechapel oi'll let his lordship 'ave cheap--for five quid," suggested the humorist.
"The 'prentice wight knows not that he speaks truly.

For 'ere is a braver jest than 'is.

Good folks, wilt please ye to examine yon coffer ?" pointing to an oaken chest.
"'Tis but poor stuff, marry," said Maudlin.
"'Tis a coffer--the same being made in Wardour Street last year--'is lordship gave one hundred pounds for it.

Look at these would-be worm-holes,--but they were made with an AUGER.