In the square I brought up before the Governor's house, and found myself cheek by jowl with Master Pory, our Secretary, and Speaker of the Assembly.
"Ha, Ralph Percy!" he cried, wagging his gray head, "we two be the only sane younkers in the plantations! All the others are horn-mad!" "I have caught the infection," I said, "and am one of the bedlamites." He stared, then broke into a roar of laughter.

"Art in earnest ?" he asked, holding his fat sides.

"Is Saul among the prophets ?" "Yes," I answered.

"I diced last night,--yea or no; and the 'yea'-- plague on 't--had it." He broke into another roar.

"And thou callest that bridal attire, man! Why, our cow-keeper goes in flaming silk to-day!" I looked down upon my suit of buff, which had in truth seen some service, and at my great boots, which I had not thought to clean since I mired in a swamp, coming from Henricus the week before; then shrugged my shoulders.
"You will go begging," he continued, wiping his eyes.