Buck-basket

Falstaff. […] they conveyed me into a buck-basket. Ford. A buck-basket! Falstaff. By the Lord, a buck-basket! rammed me in with foul shirts and smocks, socks, foul stockings, greasy napkins […]

Iane, let the Buck-basket be got ready for the foul-cloaths, de’e hear, and bid the Landress take care to mend all the shifts; these great Ramping-girles do so tear their Linnen, it almost makes me wilde.