Oph.—
Unbrac’d his doublet! And O, such a hat!
Pol.—
I know it well: the Prince invented that![35]
Oph.—
Uncomely, and uncombed about the head,
I don’t believe he’d really been in bed;
Or, if he had been, why he’d been and slept
In that bin where the Palace flour is kept.
And then his boots! At those I up and spoke:—