And made me climb, with danger of my life.
Glou. A subtle knave! but yet it shall not serve.
[105] Let me see thine eyes: wink now: now open them:
In my opinion yet thou see’st not well.
[♦] Simp. Yes, master, clear as day, I thank God and
[♦] Saint Alban.
Glou. Say’st thou me so? What colour is this cloak of?
110 Simp. Red, master; red as blood.
Glou. Why, that’s well said. What colour is my gown of?
Simp. Black, forsooth: coal-black as jet.