Phil. Mend it with some straps.
Boy. It has no tail-band.
Phil. There is no need for it.
Plan. A great and experienced horseman! Why, the the saddle will slide on to his neck and the horse will shoot you over his head.
Phil. What is that to me? The road is muddy rather than stony. I shall take my fill of dirt, but none of my blood will be spilt. If all these preparations have to be made, we shall not set forth from this place before the evening. Bring a horse of some kind, whatever his trappings may be.
Boy. Here he is, ready. Mount him. Eh! what are you doing, putting your right foot first into the stirrup?
Phil. What am I to do then?
Boy. Why, the left, and hold the reins in your left hand; with the right hand take this switch, which will serve in place of spurs.
Phil. I don’t need it. My heels will do for spurs.