I didn't get home until two in the morning, and me missus got herself into a right two and eight over it!

the dregs of society

Of course, someone might have concluded fuggedaboudit, the cake mix won't sell.

Note the preſumption of this Scythian ſlaue: I tel thee villaine, thoſe that lead my horſe Haue to their names tytles of dignitie, And dar’ſt thou bluntly cal me Baiazeth?