1566, Thomas Harman, A Caveat or Warning for Common Cursitors[1], reprint edition, London: R. Triphook, published 1814, page 68:
What stowe you bene cofe and cut benar whyddes and byng we to Rome vyle to nyp a bounge, so shall we haue lower for the bowsing ken, and when we byng back to the deuseuyle, we will fylche some duddes of the Ruffmans or myll the ken for a lage of duddes.
You have a banker, Ma'am, I suppose in town—perhaps in the country; but I don't like country bankers; besides I want a little ready cash in Rumville—beg pardon, Ma'am, London I mean; but my ears have been so stunned with those Romany patterers, I almost think in flash.
"And said if we'd meet him at the boozing-ken with the dell and kinchin co, he'd carry them off to Rum-ville," continued the first speaker.
1992, Cynthia Morgan, Court of Shadows:
I trow I have seen you somewhere, somewhere other than the Jerusalem Tree. In Romeville, as like as not. Mayhap we have been in the same bousing ken or stalling ken at some time. Mayhap we have couched a hogshead at the same house in Southwark.
2013, Maria McCann, Ace, King, Knave:
And didn't he teach you what it was? We're in Romeville now, you simpkin. But you can't call it that in respectable company. You must say, London.
