I saw him the other day hold up the bucklers,
Like an Hercules. Yfaith, God a mercy, lad,
I like thee well.

LANCELOT.
Aye, I like him well: go, sirrah, fetch me a
cup of wine,
That ere I part with Master Weathercock,
We may drink down our farewell in French wine.

WEATHERCOCK.
I thank you, sir, I thank you, friendly knight,
I'll come and visit you, by the mouse-foot I will:
In the meantime, take heed of cutting Flowerdale.
He is a desperate dick, I warrant you.

LANCELOT.
He is, he is: fill, Daffodil, fill me some wine. Ha,
what wears he on his arm? My daughter Lucy's
bracelet. Aye, tis the same.--Ha to you, Master
Weathercock.

WEATHERCOCK.
I thank you, sir: Here, Daffodil, an honest fellow
and a tall thou art. Well, I'll take my leave, good
knight, and hope to have you and all your daughters
at my poor house; in good sooth I must.

LANCELOT.
Thanks, Master Weathercock, I shall be bold to