Flash. No, Sir, my petition runs thus, that your whorshippe would thrust mee out of doores, and that I may follow Sir Vaughan.
Sir Vau. I can tell you Master Flash, and you follow mee I goe verie fast, I thinke in my conscience, I am one of the lightest knights in England.
Flash. It’s no matter Sir, the Flashes haue euer bin knowne to be quicke and light enough.
Sir quin. Sir Vaughan, he shal follow you, he shall dog you good Sir Vaughan.
Enter Horace walking.
Sir Vau. Why then Peter Flash I will set my foure markes a yeare, and a blew coate vpon you.
Fla. Godamercy to your worship, I hope you shall neuer repent for me.
Sir Vau. You beare the face of an honest man, for you blush passing well Peter, I will quench the flame out of your name, and you shall be christned Peter Salamander.
Peter Flash. The name’s too good for me, I thanke your worship.
Sir Vau. Are you come Master Horace, you sent mee the Coppie of your letters countenance, and I did write and read it; your wittes truelie haue done verie valliantlie: tis a good inditements, you ha put in enough for her ha you not?