COLLEN. Why, how now, sirrah? what's the matter?
CLOWN. O, 'tis news for a king; 'tis worth money.
KING. Why, sirrah, thou shalt have silver and gold, if it be good.
CLOWN. O, 'tis good, 'tis good. Amadine—
KING. O, what of her? tell me, and I will make thee a knight.
CLOWN. How, a sprite? no, by Lady, I will not be a sprite, masters. Get ye away; if I be a sprite, I shall be so lean, I shall make you all afraid.
COLLEN. Thou sot, the King means to make thee a gentleman.
CLOWN. Why, I shall want 'pparel.
KING. Thou shalt want for nothing.
CLOWN. Then stand away; trick[196] up thyself; here they come.