Kneel down--kneel, and arise Sir Knight of the Calabash! What is thy name?
And one of you lend me a rapier." "Oliver, may it please your honour--I mean your principality." "Oliver, man.

Nay, then thou art one of the 'douze peers' already, and fate has forestalled our intended promotion.

Yet rise up, sweet Sir Oliver Thatchpate, Knight of the honourable order of the Pumpkin--rise up, in the name of nonsense, and begone about thine own concerns, and the devil go with thee!" So saying, the prince of the revels bestowed a smart blow with the flat of the weapon across the bonnet maker's shoulders, who sprung to his feet with more alacrity of motion than he had hitherto displayed, and, accelerated by the laugh and halloo which arose behind him, arrived at the smith's house before he stopped, with the same speed with which a hunted fox makes for his den.
It was not till the affrighted bonnet maker had struck a blow on the door that he recollected he ought to have bethought himself beforehand in what manner he was to present himself before Henry, and obtain his forgiveness for his rash communications to Simon Glover.

No one answered to his first knock, and, perhaps, as these reflections arose in the momentary pause of recollection which circumstances permitted, the perplexed bonnet maker might have flinched from his purpose, and made his retreat to his own premises, without venturing upon the interview which he had purposed.

But a distant strain of minstrelsy revived his apprehensions of falling once more into the hands of the gay maskers from whom he had escaped, and he renewed his summons on the door of the smith's dwelling with a hurried, though faltering, hand.