Bion. O, sir, his lackey, for all the world caparisoned
like the horse; with a linen stock on one leg, and a kersey
boot-hose on the other, gartered with a red and blue list;
an old hat, and ['the humour of] forty fancies' [pricked] in't
for a feather: a monster, a very monster in apparel, and
not like a Christian footboy [or a] gentleman's lackey.
Tra. ['Tis] some [odd] humour pricks him to this fashion;
Yet oftentimes he goes but mean-apparell'd.
Bap. I am glad [he's come,] [howsoe'er] he comes.
Bion. Why, sir, he comes not.