Geo. What was it?
Jen. Right Coventry blue. We had no sooner come there but wot you who came by?
Geo. No: who?
Jen. Clim the sow-gelder.
Geo. Came he by?
Jen. He spied Madge and I sit together: he leapt from his horse, laid his hand on his dagger, and began to swear. Now I seeing he had a dagger, and I nothing but this twig in my hand, I gave him fair words and said nothing. He comes to me, and takes me by the bosom. "You whoreson slave," said he, "hold my horse, and look he take no cold in his feet." "No, marry, shall he, sir," quoth I; "I'll lay my cloak underneath him." I took my cloak, spread it all along, and his horse on the midst of it.
Geo. Thou clown, didst thou set his horse upon thy cloak?
Jen. Ay, but mark how I served him. Madge and he was no sooner gone down into the ditch, but I plucked out my knife, cut four holes in my cloak, and made his horse stand on the bare ground.
Geo. 'Twas well done. Now, sir, go and survey my fields: if you find any cattle in the corn, to pound with them.