Pantaloon

Hic ibat, as I told you before, —Simois, I am Lucentio, hic est, son unto Vincentio of Pisa,— Sigeia tellus, disguised thus to get your love; — Hic steterat, and that Lucentio that comes a-wooing, — Priami, is my man Tranio, — regia, bearing my port, celsa senis, that we might beguile the old pantaloon.

They constantly followed the virtuous pair, who as constantly eluded their grasp, whilst they themselves met with every kind of misfortune, until they became clown and pantaloon, […].

The Bishop is a lean and slippered pantaloon, at least in his old clerical garments which he thinks good enough for the sea.