hung, An alligator stuff’d, and other skins Of ill-shaped fishes; and about his shelves A beggarly account of empty boxes, Green earthen pots, bladders, and musty seeds, Remnants of packthread, and old cakes of roses Were thinly scatter’d, to make donations to the day. O now be left alone, And let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony and Potpan! SECOND SERVANT. We cannot without