A street peddler offering oranges in the open air. An orange monger.
“The riot of images, the
virulent volubility of language, all that cloys and satiates in the
Elizabethans yet appears to be drawn up with a roar as a feeble fire is sucked
up by a newspaper. There is, even in the worst, an intermittent bawling vigour
which gives us the sense in our quiet arm-chairs of ostlers and orange-girls
catching up the lines, flinging them back, hissing or stamping applause.”
Virginia Woolf, “Notes on an Elizabethan Play,” The Common Reader
(1925).
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