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The chief Elizabethan dramatists, excluding Shakespeare

Act 2 — [Scene V.][3045]

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[Scene V.][3045]

[Humphrey manet.] Enter Ralph, Mistress Merrythought, Michael, Squire [Tim], and Dwarf [George].

Ralph. What knight is that, squire? Ask him if he keep The passage, bound by love of lady fair, Or else but prickant.[3046] Hum. Sir, I am no knight, But a poor gentleman, that this same night Had stolen from me, on yonder green,5 My lovely wife, and suffered (to be seen Yet extant on my shoulders) such a greeting, That whilst I live I shall think of that meeting.

Wife. Ay, Ralph, he beat him unmercifully, Ralph; an thou sparest him, Ralph, I would 10 thou wert hang’d.

Cit. No more, wife, no more.

Ralph. Where is the caitiff-wretch hath done this deed? Lady, your pardon, that I may proceed Upon the quest of this injurious knight.—15 And thou, fair squire, repute me not the worse, In leaving the great venture of the purse And the rich casket, till some better leisure.

Enter Jasper and Luce.

Hum. Here comes the broker hath purloin’d my treasure. Ralph. Go, squire, and tell him I am here,20 An errant knight-at-arms, to crave delivery Of that fair lady to her own knight’s arms. If he deny, bid him take choice of ground, And so defy him. Tim. From the Knight that bears The Golden Pestle, I defy thee, knight,25 Unless thou make fair restitution Of that bright lady. Jasp. Tell the knight that sent thee, He is an ass; and I will keep the wench, And knock his head-piece. Ralph. Knight, thou art but dead If thou recall not thy uncourteous terms.30

Wife. Break ’s pate, Ralph; break ’s pate, Ralph, soundly!

Jasp. Come, knight; I am ready for you. Now your Pestle (Snatches away his pestle.) Shall try what temper, sir, your mortar’s of. “With that he stood upright in his stirrups,35 and gave the Knight of the calf-skin such a knock [Knocks Ralph down.] that he forsook his horse, and down he fell: and then he leaped upon him, and plucking off his helmet——” Hum. Nay, an my noble knight be down so soon,40 Though I can scarcely go, I needs must run. Exeunt Humphrey and Ralph. Wife. Run, Ralph, run, Ralph; run for thy life, boy; Jasper comes, Jasper comes! Jasp. Come Luce, we must have other arms for you: Humphrey, and Golden Pestle, both adieu! 45 Exeunt.

Wife. Sure the devil (God bless us!) is in this springald![3047] Why, George, didst ever see such a fire-drake?[3048] I am afraid my boy’s miscarried: if he be, though he were Master Merrythought’s son a thousand times, if there be any law in50 England, I ’ll make some of them smart for’t.

Cit. No, no; I have found out the matter, sweetheart; Jasper is enchanted; as sure as we are here, he is enchanted: he could no more have stood in Ralph’s hands than I can in55 my lord mayor’s. I ’ll have a ring to discover all enchantments, and Ralph shall beat him yet. Be no more vext, for it shall be so.

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