Simp. Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and St. Alban.
Glo. Say’st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
Simp. Red, master; red as blood.
Glo. Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of?
Simp. Black, forsooth; coal-black as jet.
K. Hen. Why then, thou know’st what colour jet is of?
Suf. And yet, I think, jet did he never see.
Glo. But cloaks, and gowns, before this day a many.
Wife. Never, before this day, in all his life.
Glo. Tell me, sirrah, what’s my name?