NIX. The colt is mine, Prince.
KNAVE. The colt is mine I say!
NIX. I say the colt is mine!
PRINCE. Hush, Farmer Nix! Hush, Farmer Knave! I'll tell the king what both of you do claim. He will decide to whom the colt belongs.
[The Prince goes.]
KNAVE. See how the colt lies between my oxen! Is not that proof that he is mine?
NIX. But who can tell what a colt will do?
[The PRINCE comes.]
PRINCE. Farmers, the king has decided. He says the colt belongs where it is now lying.
KNAVE. And he lies between my oxen.