PHIL. Be they but jades?
FRAN. No, faith; my wag-string here
Did founder one the last time that he rid—
The best grey nag that ever I laid my leg over.
BOY. You mean the flea-bitten.
FRAN. Good sir, the same.
BOY. And was the same the best that e'er you rid on?
FRAN. Ay, was it, sir.
BOY. I'faith, it was not, sir.
FRAN. No! where had I one so good?
BOY. One of my colour, and a better too.
FRAN. One of your colour? I ne'er remember him:
One of that colour!