A Conference with one distraught: who discourseth strangely of many things.
Piscator. 'Tis a marvellous pleasant ballad. But look you, another Collegian draws near. I wot not of what station he is, for indeed his apparel is new to me.
Venator. It is compounded, as I take it, of the diverse dresses of a jockey, a judge, and a North American Indian.
Pisc. Sir, may I make bold to ask your name?
Lun. With all my heart. Sir. It is Jeeby, at your service.