morning, noon
`` Why then , do you carry me thither . '' `` Ad 's love ! '' he mourned . '' 'T is manifest shame a rogue should thieve the food of an honest man -- a man like I be as do slave morning , noon and -- '' `` Slave ! '' says I , frowning . `` What know you of slavery ? Be curst for a great , fat fool that speaketh lies ! ''