Glost. 'Masse, thou lou'dst Plummes well, that would'st
venture so
Simpc. Alas, good Master, my Wife desired some
Damsons, and made me climbe, with danger of my
Life
Glost. A subtill Knaue, but yet it shall not serue:
Let me see thine Eyes; winck now, now open them,
In my opinion, yet thou seest not well
Simpc. Yes Master, cleare as day, I thanke God and
Saint Albones
Glost. Say'st thou me so: what Colour is this Cloake
of?
Simpc. Red Master, Red as Blood
Glost. Why that's well said: What Colour is my
Gowne of?
Simpc. Black forsooth, Coale-Black, as Iet
King. Why then, thou know'st what Colour Iet is
of?
Suff. And yet I thinke, Iet did he neuer see
Glost. But Cloakes and Gownes, before this day, a
many