"Do you know who that black raven before you is?
If not, I will tell you.

He would peck out your eyes if he could, and devour you and your substance, as he has done that of many others.

That bird of ill omen is Sir Giles Mompesson." "Impossible!" cried a bystander, indignantly.

"Yet, now I look again, 'tis certainly he." "As certain as that we are standing here," said the apprentice; "and if you want further proof, behold, he is closing his visor.

He thinks to hide himself from our notice; but the trick shall not avail him.