ten o'clock
_ `` A Daniel come to judgment ; yea , a Daniel ! O wise young judge , how I do honor thee ! '' _ * * * * * _ Poise the cause in justice ' equal scales , Whose beam stands sure ? _ It was ten o'clock when we stretched our weary legs under the breakfast table of Meg Mullen , who had prepared for us a quartette of fat mutton chops , with salt pork , baked potatoes , a huge omelet and a boiling pot of black tea , sent , as she said , by the Emperor of China for the guests of the Boar 's Head Tavern ! Meg was a jolly wench , and garnished her food with pleasant words and witty quips , believing that love and laughter aided digestion and cheered the traveler in his journey of life . I reminded William that he had a business engagement with the great theatrical monarch , Richard Burbage , at noon at the Blackfriars . The Bard was ready for a stroll , and after brushing our clothes and smiling at the variegated guests , we sauntered into the street toward the Thames , and soon found the entrance to the renowned Blackfriars Theatre .