"I will see him run," said Sir Hugh.
"And that reminds me," said Sir Thomas, "to tell thee I have of late been much molested by a knot of young fellows breaking my parks and shooting my deer."
"Ah, the caitiffs," said Sir Hugh, "can'st not take them?"
"In sooth can I, and will trounce them too. One, especially, have I marked for punishment; and my lawyer hath him in hand. A wild lad of the town here, named Shakespeare."
"Shakespeare!" said Sir Hugh; "not young William Shakespeare, the eldest son of the wool-comber?"
"The same," said Thomas. "I shall impound the knave ere many hours more are over his head."
"Nay, I am truly sorry to hear this," said Sir Hugh, "for I have reason to think well of that lad."
"'Tis more than any one else hath, then," said Sir Thomas. "He hath been a bitter thorn in my side for some time."
"Truly, you surprise me; hath he then so altered since I left these parts?"
"I know not that," said Sir Thomas; "but I well know he hath the reputation of the wildest young fellow in the neighbourhood."