NIX. I do not see him.
THIRD FARMER. He is lying down between them.
NIX. Ah, I see him now.
(He goes to Farmer Knave.)
I have come for my colt, Farmer Knave.
KNAVE. Your colt?
NIX. Yes. There he is between your oxen.
KNAVE. He is my colt, sir.
NIX. How can he be your colt when he is mine?
KNAVE. I ask the same question, sir.