And rifle him unto his very skin.
"Maisters, (quoth he) pray heare me ere you go:
For you have rob'd more now than you do know.
My horse, in troth, I borrow'd of my brother:
The bridle and the saddle, of another:
The jerkin and the bases be a taylor's:
The scarfe, I do assure you, is a saylour's:
The falling band is likewise none of mine,
Nor cuffes; as true as this good light doth shine.