HASTINGS. What's to be done, Marlow?

MARLOW. This house promises but a poor reception; though perhaps the
landlord can accommodate us.

LANDLORD. Alack, master, we have but one spare bed in the whole
house.

TONY. And to my knowledge, that's taken up by three lodgers already.
(After a pause, in which the rest seem disconcerted.) I have hit it.
Don't you think, Stingo, our landlady could accommodate the gentlemen
by the fire-side, with----three chairs and a bolster?

HASTINGS. I hate sleeping by the fire-side.

MARLOW. And I detest your three chairs and a bolster.

TONY. You do, do you? then, let me see--what if you go on a mile
further, to the Buck's Head; the old Buck's Head on the hill, one of
the best inns in the whole county?

HASTINGS. O ho! so we have escaped an adventure for this night,
however.

LANDLORD. (apart to TONY). Sure, you ben't sending them to your
father's as an inn, be you?

TONY. Mum, you fool you. Let THEM find that out. (To them.) You
have only to keep on straight forward, till you come to a large old
house by the road side. You'll see a pair of large horns over the