Go. Which is he?
Co. This, sir.
Go. And what’s the other?
Co. A knight’s fellow, sir, an’t please you.
Go. What! a knight and his fellow thus accoutred? Where are their hats and feathers, their rapiers and their cloaks?
Qu. O, they mock us. 210
Co. Nay, truly, sir, they had cast both their feathers and hats too, before we see ’hem. Here’s all their furniture, an’t please you, that we found. They say knights are now to be known without feathers, like cockerels by their spurs, sir.
Go. What are their names, say they?
To. Very well this. He should not take knowledge of ’hem in his place, indeed.
Co. This is Sir Petronel Flash.