[Aside] Why, that’s the voice of Mayor Whetstone. I’ll address him. [Aloud] Ho, most gallant knight, thy squire hath left thee in a lonesome plight!
Whetstone.
I am the so-called Teuton knight of the Horn of Plenty. Do you know me?
Northlake.
Have you the mettle of the true knight?
Whetstone.
I’m covered with metal seven hundred years old. Northlake, I know you! Where is she?
Northlake.
Yonder, with her maid. Go, woo and win the lady. You could not have chosen a better suit in which to press your suit.
Whetstone.