“My master,” answered the pitch-maker, “if I had told in a lie any kind of name, you would have to be satisfied.”
“True! But are there many of those men?”
“There is an old one, two sons, and two servants.”
“Are they nobles?”
“Surely nobles.”
“Do they live here?”
“Sometimes here, and sometimes God knows where.”
“But the horses, whence are they?”
“God knows whence they bring them.”
“Tell the truth; do thy masters not rob on the highway?”