CHAP. V.
How Sir Samuel went to visit his Elizabetha; and how the Knight of the Cole-wharf durtied his Boot-hose.
THus resolved, Sir Samuel, powder'd by his Barber, trim'd by his Taylor, and Ribanded with such Empha∣tical Colours, that had he said nothing, his Mistress might have gather'd his meaning from his Codpiece, he sets on his journey. But Oh the fate of mortal wights! what a sad disaster befel him! For as he was going in the stréet, one of the Knights of the Cole-wharf méets him, with his Chariot laden: and as he came to the horse-head, the horse stumbling, all bespatter'd his Boot-hose. 'Twas a sad thing, to sée those white Boot-hose, which his Landress had béen one day washing, another day drying, and a third smoo∣thing, all bedaubed in a minute.
He would have demanded satisfaction of the Knight of the Cole-wharf; but the Knight lifting up his Whip, he thought it better, since his Mistress was not by to take no∣tice of the affront, nor there to inspire him with Valour, to go and shift himself, then to anger that man of choler, who went about to punish Knights, as other men punish dogs.