I squeezed the meeting in.

Take off thine eye! more intolerable than fiends' glarings is a doltish stare!

Joe sold his sand, and cly'd his cole, sir [marginal note: pocketed his money] / While Bess got a basket of rags, / Then up to St. Giles's they roll'd, sir, / To every bunter Bess brags: / Into a booze-ken they pike it, [marginal note: go] / Where Bess was admitted we hear; / For none of the coves dare but like it, / As Joey, here kiddy, was there.

Sir Edward Courtney, and the haughty prelate, Bishop of Exeter, his brother there, With many moe confederates are in arms.