I'll be judged by Tressilian." "I agree--I agree," said Walter Raleigh.

"Judge betwixt us, Tressilian, for the love of heaven!" Tressilian, thus appealed to, looked at them both, and was immediately sensible at a single glance that honest Blount had taken upon the tailor's warrant the pied garments which he had chosen to make, and was as much embarrassed by the quantity of points and ribbons which garnished his dress, as a clown is in his holiday clothes; while the dress of Raleigh was a well-fancied and rich suit, which the wearer bore as a garb too well adapted to his elegant person to attract particular attention.

Tressilian said, therefore, "That Blount's dress was finest, but Raleigh's the best fancied." Blount was satisfied with his decision.

"I knew mine was finest," he said; "if that knave Doublestitch had brought me home such a simple doublet as that of Raleigh's, I would have beat his brains out with his own pressing-iron.

Nay, if we must be fools, ever let us be fools of the first head, say I." "But why gettest thou not on thy braveries, Tressilian ?" said Raleigh.
"I am excluded from my apartment by a silly mistake," said Tressilian, "and separated for the time from my baggage.