NIX. What do you mean?
KNAVE. How can the colt be yours when he is mine?
NIX. I'll have you before the judge, sir!
KNAVE. The judge shall speak to you, sir!
[The PRINCE comes from the castle.]
PRINCE. What is all this noise, sirs? What is all this noise, I say? The king sent me to ask.
NIX. Farmer Knave does claim my colt, Prince.
PRINCE. How is this, Farmer Knave?
KNAVE. I claim the colt because the colt is mine, Prince.
PRINCE. Now how is this, Farmer Nix?