SIMPCOX.
But that in all my life, when I was a youth.
WIFE.
Too true; and bought his climbing very dear.
GLOUCESTER.
Mass, thou lov’dst plums well, that wouldst venture so.
SIMPCOX.
Alas, good master, my wife desired some damsons,
And made me climb, with danger of my life.
GLOUCESTER.
A subtle knave! But yet it shall not serve.—
Let me see thine eyes. Wink now. Now open them.
In my opinion yet thou seest not well.
SIMPCOX.
Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and Saint Alban.
GLOUCESTER.
Sayst thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
SIMPCOX.
Red, master, red as blood.
GLOUCESTER.
Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of?
SIMPCOX.
Black, forsooth, coal-black as jet.