LENTULO.
Save you, sir, young master, and you be a gentleman?
PENULO.
Whoreson peasant, seest thou not what I am?
LENTULO.
Troth, sir, I see you have a good doublet and a pair of hose;
But now-a-days there is so many goes
So like gentlemen, that such a poor fellow as I
Know not how a gentleman from a knave to spy.
PENULO.
Thou may'st perceive I am no such companion:[93]
I am a gentleman, a courtier, and a merry frank franion.[94]
LENTULO.
Then, thou merry companion, thou whoreson frank franion,
Why hast thou abused the law?
What, good skipjack, in faith with thwick-thwack your bones I will claw.
Come about, sir knave.
PENULO.
Cot's my passion, what a merry mate have we here?
LENTULO.
Give me your hand, sir: faith, I was bold to brush the dust out
of your gear.
Pray, sir, tell me: they say in the country 'tis a common guise,
That gentlemen now-a-days cannot see with both eyes.
PENULO.
It's a lie, knave: I know[95] few gentlemen blind.
LENTULO.
No, sir? what will you lay, and I can find
One with a wet finger[96], that is stark blind?
PENULO.
It may be so, but I think thou canst not.