Chapter 3

Wife.Ay marry, Ralph, this has some savour in it, I would see the proudest of them all offer to carry his books after him. But, George, I will not have him go away so soon, I shall be sick if he go away, that I shall; call Ralph again, George, call Ralph again: I prithee, sweetheart, let him come fight before me, and let's have some drums and trumpets, and let him kill all that comes near him, an' thou lov'st me, George.Cit.Peace a little, bird, he shall kill them all, an' they were twenty more on 'em than there are.EnterJasper.

Cit.Peace a little, bird, he shall kill them all, an' they were twenty more on 'em than there are.

EnterJasper.

Jasp.Now, Fortune (if thou be'st not only ill),Show me thy better face, and bring aboutThy desperate wheel, that I may climb at lengthAnd stand; this is our place of meeting,If love have any constancy. Oh ageWhere only wealthy men are counted happy:How shall I please thee? how deserve thy smiles,When I am only rich in misery?My father's blessing, and this little coinIs my inheritance. A strong revenue!From earth thou art, and unto earth I give thee.There grow and multiply, whilst fresher airBreeds me a fresher fortune. How, illusion![Spies the casket.What, hath the devil coined himself before me?'Tis metal good, it rings well, I am waking,And taking too I hope; now God's dear blessingUpon his heart that left it here, 'tis mine;These pearls, I take it, were not left for swine.[Exit.

Jasp.Now, Fortune (if thou be'st not only ill),

Show me thy better face, and bring about

Thy desperate wheel, that I may climb at length

And stand; this is our place of meeting,

If love have any constancy. Oh age

Where only wealthy men are counted happy:

How shall I please thee? how deserve thy smiles,

When I am only rich in misery?

My father's blessing, and this little coin

Is my inheritance. A strong revenue!

From earth thou art, and unto earth I give thee.

There grow and multiply, whilst fresher air

Breeds me a fresher fortune. How, illusion![Spies the casket.

What, hath the devil coined himself before me?

'Tis metal good, it rings well, I am waking,

And taking too I hope; now God's dear blessing

Upon his heart that left it here, 'tis mine;

These pearls, I take it, were not left for swine.[Exit.

Wife.I do not like this unthrifty youth should embezzle away the money; the poor gentlewoman his mother will have a heavy heart for it, God knows.Cit.And reason good, sweetheart.Wife.But let him go, I'll tell Ralph a tale in's ear, shall fetch him again with a wanion, I warrant him, if he be above ground; and besides, George, here be a number of sufficient gentlemen can witness, and myself, and yourself, and the musicians, if we be called in question; but here comes Ralph, George; thou shalt hear him speak, as he were an Emperal.EnterRalphandDwarf.Ralph.Comes not Sir Squire again?

Wife.I do not like this unthrifty youth should embezzle away the money; the poor gentlewoman his mother will have a heavy heart for it, God knows.

Cit.And reason good, sweetheart.

Wife.But let him go, I'll tell Ralph a tale in's ear, shall fetch him again with a wanion, I warrant him, if he be above ground; and besides, George, here be a number of sufficient gentlemen can witness, and myself, and yourself, and the musicians, if we be called in question; but here comes Ralph, George; thou shalt hear him speak, as he were an Emperal.

EnterRalphandDwarf.

Ralph.Comes not Sir Squire again?

Dwarf.Right courteous knight,Your squire doth come, and with him comes the ladyFair, and the squire of damsels, as I take it.EnterMistress Merry-thought, Michael,andSquire.Ralph.Madam, if any service or devoirOf a poor errant knight may right your wrongs,Command it. I am prest to give you succour,For to that holy end I bear my armour.Mist. Mer.Alas, sir, I am a poor gentlewoman, and I have lost my money in this forest.Ralph.Desert, you would say, lady, and not lostWhilst I have sword and lance; dry up your tears,Which ill befit the beauty of that face,And tell the story, if I may request it,Of your disastrous fortune.

Dwarf.Right courteous knight,Your squire doth come, and with him comes the ladyFair, and the squire of damsels, as I take it.

Dwarf.Right courteous knight,

Your squire doth come, and with him comes the lady

Fair, and the squire of damsels, as I take it.

EnterMistress Merry-thought, Michael,andSquire.

Ralph.Madam, if any service or devoirOf a poor errant knight may right your wrongs,Command it. I am prest to give you succour,For to that holy end I bear my armour.

Ralph.Madam, if any service or devoir

Of a poor errant knight may right your wrongs,

Command it. I am prest to give you succour,

For to that holy end I bear my armour.

Mist. Mer.Alas, sir, I am a poor gentlewoman, and I have lost my money in this forest.

Ralph.Desert, you would say, lady, and not lostWhilst I have sword and lance; dry up your tears,Which ill befit the beauty of that face,And tell the story, if I may request it,Of your disastrous fortune.

Ralph.Desert, you would say, lady, and not lost

Whilst I have sword and lance; dry up your tears,

Which ill befit the beauty of that face,

And tell the story, if I may request it,

Of your disastrous fortune.

Mist. Mer.Out alas, I left a thousand pound, a thousand pound, e'en all the money I had laid up for this youth, upon the sight of your mastership. You looked so grim, and as I may say it, saving your presence, more like a giant than a mortal man.

Ralph.I am as you are, lady, so are theyAll mortal; but why weeps this gentle squire?Mist. Mer.Has he not cause to weep do you think,when he has lost his inheritance?Ralph.Young hope of valour, weep not, I am hereThat will confound thy foe, and pay it dearUpon his coward head, that dare denyDistresséd squires and ladies equity.I have but one horse, upon which shall rideThis lady fair behind me, and beforeThis courteous squire, fortune will give us moreUpon our next adventure; fairly speedBeside us squire and dwarf, to do us need.[Exeunt.

Ralph.I am as you are, lady, so are theyAll mortal; but why weeps this gentle squire?

Ralph.I am as you are, lady, so are they

All mortal; but why weeps this gentle squire?

Mist. Mer.Has he not cause to weep do you think,when he has lost his inheritance?

Ralph.Young hope of valour, weep not, I am hereThat will confound thy foe, and pay it dearUpon his coward head, that dare denyDistresséd squires and ladies equity.I have but one horse, upon which shall rideThis lady fair behind me, and beforeThis courteous squire, fortune will give us moreUpon our next adventure; fairly speedBeside us squire and dwarf, to do us need.[Exeunt.

Ralph.Young hope of valour, weep not, I am here

That will confound thy foe, and pay it dear

Upon his coward head, that dare deny

Distresséd squires and ladies equity.

I have but one horse, upon which shall ride

This lady fair behind me, and before

This courteous squire, fortune will give us more

Upon our next adventure; fairly speed

Beside us squire and dwarf, to do us need.[Exeunt.

Cit.Did not I tell you, Nell, what your man would do? by the faith of my body, wench, for clean action and good delivery, they may all cast their caps at him.Wife.And so they may i'faith, for I dare speak it boldly, the twelve companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber. Well, George, an' he be not inveigled by some of these paltry players, I ha' much marvel; but, George, we ha' done our parts, if the boy have any grace to be thankful.Cit.Yes, I warrant you, duckling.EnterHumphreyandLuce.

Cit.Did not I tell you, Nell, what your man would do? by the faith of my body, wench, for clean action and good delivery, they may all cast their caps at him.

Wife.And so they may i'faith, for I dare speak it boldly, the twelve companies of London cannot match him, timber for timber. Well, George, an' he be not inveigled by some of these paltry players, I ha' much marvel; but, George, we ha' done our parts, if the boy have any grace to be thankful.

Cit.Yes, I warrant you, duckling.

EnterHumphreyandLuce.

Hum.Good Mistress Luce, however I in fault amFor your lame horse, you're welcome unto Waltham!But which way now to go, or what to sayI know not truly, till it be broad day.Luce.O fear not, Master Humphrey, I am guideFor this place good enough.Hum.Then up and ride,Or if it please you, walk for your repose,Or sit, or if you will, go pluck a rose:Either of which shall be indifferentTo your good friend and Humphrey, whose consentIs so entangled ever to your will,As the poor harmless horse is to the mill.Luce.Faith and you say the word, we'll e'en sit down,And take a nap.Hum.'Tis better in the town,Where we may nap together; for believe me,To sleep without a match would mickle grieve me.Luce.You're merry, Master Humphrey.Hum.So I am,And have been ever merry from my dam.Luce.Your nurse had the less labour.Hum.Faith it may be,Unless it were by chance I did bewray me.EnterJasper.Jasp.Luce, dear friend Luce.Luce.Here, Jasper.Jasp.You are mine.Hum.If it be so, my friend, you use me fine:What do you think I am?Jasp.An arrant noddy.Hum.A word of obloquy; now by my body,I'll tell thy master, for I know thee well.Jasp.Nay, an' you be so forward for to tell,Take that, and that, and tell him, sir, I gave it:[Beats him.And say I paid you well.Hum.O, sir, I have it,And do confess the payment, pray be quiet.Jasp.Go, get you to your night-cap and the diet,To cure your beaten bones.Luce.Alas, poor Humphrey,Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and cumfry:A little oil of roses, and a featherTo 'noint thy back withal.Hum.When I came hither,Would I had gone to Paris with John Dory.Luce.Farewell, my pretty numps, I'm very sorryI cannot bear thee company.Hum.Farewell,The devil's dam was ne'er so bang'd in hell.[Exeunt.

Hum.Good Mistress Luce, however I in fault amFor your lame horse, you're welcome unto Waltham!But which way now to go, or what to sayI know not truly, till it be broad day.

Hum.Good Mistress Luce, however I in fault am

For your lame horse, you're welcome unto Waltham!

But which way now to go, or what to say

I know not truly, till it be broad day.

Luce.O fear not, Master Humphrey, I am guideFor this place good enough.

Luce.O fear not, Master Humphrey, I am guide

For this place good enough.

Hum.Then up and ride,Or if it please you, walk for your repose,Or sit, or if you will, go pluck a rose:Either of which shall be indifferentTo your good friend and Humphrey, whose consentIs so entangled ever to your will,As the poor harmless horse is to the mill.

Hum.Then up and ride,

Or if it please you, walk for your repose,

Or sit, or if you will, go pluck a rose:

Either of which shall be indifferent

To your good friend and Humphrey, whose consent

Is so entangled ever to your will,

As the poor harmless horse is to the mill.

Luce.Faith and you say the word, we'll e'en sit down,And take a nap.

Luce.Faith and you say the word, we'll e'en sit down,

And take a nap.

Hum.'Tis better in the town,Where we may nap together; for believe me,To sleep without a match would mickle grieve me.

Hum.'Tis better in the town,

Where we may nap together; for believe me,

To sleep without a match would mickle grieve me.

Luce.You're merry, Master Humphrey.

Hum.So I am,And have been ever merry from my dam.

Hum.So I am,

And have been ever merry from my dam.

Luce.Your nurse had the less labour.

Hum.Faith it may be,Unless it were by chance I did bewray me.

Hum.Faith it may be,

Unless it were by chance I did bewray me.

EnterJasper.

Jasp.Luce, dear friend Luce.

Luce.Here, Jasper.

Jasp.You are mine.

Hum.If it be so, my friend, you use me fine:What do you think I am?

Hum.If it be so, my friend, you use me fine:

What do you think I am?

Jasp.An arrant noddy.

Hum.A word of obloquy; now by my body,I'll tell thy master, for I know thee well.

Hum.A word of obloquy; now by my body,

I'll tell thy master, for I know thee well.

Jasp.Nay, an' you be so forward for to tell,Take that, and that, and tell him, sir, I gave it:[Beats him.And say I paid you well.

Jasp.Nay, an' you be so forward for to tell,

Take that, and that, and tell him, sir, I gave it:[Beats him.

And say I paid you well.

Hum.O, sir, I have it,And do confess the payment, pray be quiet.

Hum.O, sir, I have it,

And do confess the payment, pray be quiet.

Jasp.Go, get you to your night-cap and the diet,To cure your beaten bones.

Jasp.Go, get you to your night-cap and the diet,

To cure your beaten bones.

Luce.Alas, poor Humphrey,Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and cumfry:A little oil of roses, and a featherTo 'noint thy back withal.

Luce.Alas, poor Humphrey,

Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and cumfry:

A little oil of roses, and a feather

To 'noint thy back withal.

Hum.When I came hither,Would I had gone to Paris with John Dory.

Hum.When I came hither,

Would I had gone to Paris with John Dory.

Luce.Farewell, my pretty numps, I'm very sorryI cannot bear thee company.

Luce.Farewell, my pretty numps, I'm very sorry

I cannot bear thee company.

Hum.Farewell,The devil's dam was ne'er so bang'd in hell.[Exeunt.

Hum.Farewell,

The devil's dam was ne'er so bang'd in hell.[Exeunt.

ManetHumphrey.Wife.This young Jasper will prove me another things, a my conscience, and he may be suffered; George, dost not see, George, how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a folks as he were a dragon; well, if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poor gentleman, I am no true woman; his friends that brought him up might have been better occupied, I wis, than have taught him these fegaries: he's e'en in the highway to the gallows, God bless him.Cit.You're too bitter, cony, the young man may do well enough for all this.Wife.Come hither, Master Humphrey, has he hurt you? Now beshrew his fingers for't; here, sweetheart, here's some green ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart, but a has peppernel in's head, as big as a pullet's egg; alas, sweet lamb, how thy temples beat; take the peace on him, sweetheart, take the peace on him.Enter aBoy.Cit.No, no, you talk like a foolish woman; I'll ha' Ralph fight with him, and swinge him up well-favour'dly. Sirrah boy, come hither, let Ralph come in and fight with Jasper.Wife.Ay, and beat him well, he's an unhappy boy.Boy.Sir, you must pardon us, the plot of our play lies contrary, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our play.Cit.Plot me no plots, I'll ha' Ralph come out; I'll make your house too hot for you else.Boy.Why, sir, he shall; but if anything fall out of order, the gentlemen must pardon us.Cit.Go your ways, goodman boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his belly full of fighting now. Ho, here comes Ralph; no more.EnterRalph,Mistress Merry-thought,Michael,Squire,andDwarf.

ManetHumphrey.

Wife.This young Jasper will prove me another things, a my conscience, and he may be suffered; George, dost not see, George, how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a folks as he were a dragon; well, if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poor gentleman, I am no true woman; his friends that brought him up might have been better occupied, I wis, than have taught him these fegaries: he's e'en in the highway to the gallows, God bless him.

Cit.You're too bitter, cony, the young man may do well enough for all this.

Wife.Come hither, Master Humphrey, has he hurt you? Now beshrew his fingers for't; here, sweetheart, here's some green ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart, but a has peppernel in's head, as big as a pullet's egg; alas, sweet lamb, how thy temples beat; take the peace on him, sweetheart, take the peace on him.

Enter aBoy.

Cit.No, no, you talk like a foolish woman; I'll ha' Ralph fight with him, and swinge him up well-favour'dly. Sirrah boy, come hither, let Ralph come in and fight with Jasper.

Wife.Ay, and beat him well, he's an unhappy boy.

Boy.Sir, you must pardon us, the plot of our play lies contrary, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our play.

Cit.Plot me no plots, I'll ha' Ralph come out; I'll make your house too hot for you else.

Boy.Why, sir, he shall; but if anything fall out of order, the gentlemen must pardon us.

Cit.Go your ways, goodman boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his belly full of fighting now. Ho, here comes Ralph; no more.

EnterRalph,Mistress Merry-thought,Michael,Squire,andDwarf.

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

Ralph.What knight is that, squire? Ask him if he keepThe passage bound by love of lady fair,Or else but prickant.

Ralph.What knight is that, squire? Ask him if he keep

The passage bound by love of lady fair,

Or else but prickant.

Hum.Sir, I am no knight,But a poor gentleman, that this same night,Had stolen from me, upon yonder green,My lovely wife, and suffered (to be seenYet extant on my shoulders) such a greeting,That whilst I live, I shall think of that meeting.

Hum.Sir, I am no knight,

But a poor gentleman, that this same night,

Had stolen from me, upon yonder green,

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 spar'st him, Ralph, I would thou wert hang'd.Cit.No more, wife, no more.

Wife.Ay, Ralph, he beat him unmercifully, Ralph, an' thou spar'st him, Ralph, I would 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 proceedUpon the quest of this injurious knight.And thou, fair squire, repute me not the worse,In leaving the great 'venture of the purseAnd the rich casket, till some better leisure.EnterJasperandLuce.Hum.Here comes the broker hath purloined my treasure.Ralph.Go, squire, and tell him I am here,An errant knight at arms, to crave deliveryOf that fair lady to her own knight's arms.If he deny, bid him take choice of ground,And so defy him.Squire.From the knight that bearsThe golden pestle, I defy thee, knight,Unless thou make fair restitutionOf that bright lady.Jasp.Tell the knight that sent theeHe 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.Wife.Break his pate, Ralph; break his pate, Ralph, soundly.Jasp.Come, knight, I'm 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,And gave the knight of the calves-skin such a knock,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,Though I can scarcely go, I needs must run——[ExitHumphreyandRalph.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.[Exeunt.

Ralph.Where is the caitiff wretch hath done this deed?

Lady, your pardon, that I may proceed

Upon the quest of this injurious knight.

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.

EnterJasperandLuce.

Hum.Here comes the broker hath purloined my treasure.

Ralph.Go, squire, and tell him I am here,An errant knight at arms, to crave deliveryOf that fair lady to her own knight's arms.If he deny, bid him take choice of ground,And so defy him.

Ralph.Go, squire, and tell him I am here,

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.

Squire.From the knight that bearsThe golden pestle, I defy thee, knight,Unless thou make fair restitutionOf that bright lady.

Squire.From the knight that bears

The golden pestle, I defy thee, knight,

Unless thou make fair restitution

Of that bright lady.

Jasp.Tell the knight that sent theeHe is an ass, and I will keep the wench,And knock his head-piece.

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.

Ralph.Knight, thou art but dead,

If thou recall not thy uncourteous terms.

Wife.Break his pate, Ralph; break his pate, Ralph, soundly.

Jasp.Come, knight, I'm 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,And gave the knight of the calves-skin such a knock,That he forsook his horse, and down he fell,And then he leaped upon him, and plucking off his helmet——

Jasp.Come, knight, I'm 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,

And gave the knight of the calves-skin such a knock,

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,Though I can scarcely go, I needs must run——[ExitHumphreyandRalph.

Hum.Nay, an' my noble knight be down so soon,

Though I can scarcely go, I needs must run——

[ExitHumphreyandRalph.

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.[Exeunt.

Jasp.Come, Luce, we must have other arms for you.

Humphrey and Golden Pestle, both adieu.[Exeunt.

Wife.Sure the devil, God bless us, is in this springald; why, George, didst ever see such a fire-drake? I am afraid my boy's miscarried; if he be, though he were Master Merry-thought's son a thousand times, if there be any law in 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 stand in my Lord Mayor's; I'll have a ring to discover all enchantments, and Ralph shall beat him yet. Be no more vexed, for it shall be so.EnterRalph,Squire,Dwarf,Mistress Merry-thought,andMichael.Wife.Oh, husband, here's Ralph again; stay, Ralph, let me speak with thee; how dost thou, Ralph? Art thou not shrewdly hurt? The foul great lunges laid unmercifully on thee! There's some sugar-candy for thee; proceed, thou shalt have another bout with him.Cit.If Ralph had him at the fencing-school, if he did not make a puppy of him, and drive him up and down the school, he should ne'er come in my shop more.Mist. Mer.Truly, Master Knight of the Burning Pestle, I am weary.Mich.Indeed la mother, and I'm very hungry.

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 stand in my Lord Mayor's; I'll have a ring to discover all enchantments, and Ralph shall beat him yet. Be no more vexed, for it shall be so.

EnterRalph,Squire,Dwarf,Mistress Merry-thought,andMichael.

Wife.Oh, husband, here's Ralph again; stay, Ralph, let me speak with thee; how dost thou, Ralph? Art thou not shrewdly hurt? The foul great lunges laid unmercifully on thee! There's some sugar-candy for thee; proceed, thou shalt have another bout with him.

Cit.If Ralph had him at the fencing-school, if he did not make a puppy of him, and drive him up and down the school, he should ne'er come in my shop more.

Mist. Mer.Truly, Master Knight of the Burning Pestle, I am weary.

Mich.Indeed la mother, and I'm very hungry.

Ralph.Take comfort, gentle dame, and your fair squire.For in this desert there must needs be placedMany strong castles, held by courteous knights,And till I bring you safe to one of thoseI swear by this my order ne'er to leave you.

Ralph.Take comfort, gentle dame, and your fair squire.

For in this desert there must needs be placed

Many strong castles, held by courteous knights,

And till I bring you safe to one of those

I swear by this my order ne'er to leave you.

Wife.Well said, Ralph: George, Ralph was ever comfortable, was he not?Cit.Yes, duck.Wife.I shall ne'er forget him. When we had lost our child, you know it was strayed almost alone to Puddle Wharf, and the criers were abroad for it, and there it had drowned itself but for a sculler, Ralph was the most comfortablest to me: "Peace mistress," says he, "let it go, I'll get you another as good." Did he not, George? Did he not say so?Cit.Yes indeed did he, mouse.Dwarf.I would we had a mess of pottage and a pot of drink, squire, and were going to bed.Squire.Why, we are at Waltham town's end, and that's the Bell Inn.

Wife.Well said, Ralph: George, Ralph was ever comfortable, was he not?

Cit.Yes, duck.

Wife.I shall ne'er forget him. When we had lost our child, you know it was strayed almost alone to Puddle Wharf, and the criers were abroad for it, and there it had drowned itself but for a sculler, Ralph was the most comfortablest to me: "Peace mistress," says he, "let it go, I'll get you another as good." Did he not, George? Did he not say so?

Cit.Yes indeed did he, mouse.

Dwarf.I would we had a mess of pottage and a pot of drink, squire, and were going to bed.

Squire.Why, we are at Waltham town's end, and that's the Bell Inn.

Dwarf.Take courage, valiant knight, damsel, and squire,I have discovered, not a stone's cast off,An ancient castle held by the old knightOf the most holy order of the Bell,Who gives to all knights errant entertain;There plenty is of food, and all prepar'dBy the white hands of his own lady dear.He hath three squires that welcome all his guests:The first, high Chamberlino, who will seeOur beds prepared, and bring us snowy sheets;The second hight Tapstero, who will seeOur pots full filléd, and no froth therein;The third, a gentle squire Ostlero hight,Who will our palfries slick with wisps of straw,And in the manger put them oats enough,And never grease their teeth with candle-snuff.

Dwarf.Take courage, valiant knight, damsel, and squire,

I have discovered, not a stone's cast off,

An ancient castle held by the old knight

Of the most holy order of the Bell,

Who gives to all knights errant entertain;

There plenty is of food, and all prepar'd

By the white hands of his own lady dear.

He hath three squires that welcome all his guests:

The first, high Chamberlino, who will see

Our beds prepared, and bring us snowy sheets;

The second hight Tapstero, who will see

Our pots full filléd, and no froth therein;

The third, a gentle squire Ostlero hight,

Who will our palfries slick with wisps of straw,

And in the manger put them oats enough,

And never grease their teeth with candle-snuff.

Wife.That same dwarf's a pretty boy, but the squire's a grout-nold.Ralph.Knock at the gates, my squire, with stately lance.EnterTapster.Tap.Who's there, you're welcome, gentlemen; will you see a room?Dwarf.Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, this is the squire Tapstero.

Wife.That same dwarf's a pretty boy, but the squire's a grout-nold.

Ralph.Knock at the gates, my squire, with stately lance.

EnterTapster.

Tap.Who's there, you're welcome, gentlemen; will you see a room?

Dwarf.Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, this is the squire Tapstero.

Ralph.Fair squire Tapstero, I a wandering knight,Hight of the Burning Pestle, in the questOf this fair lady's casket and wrought purse,Losing myself in this vast wilderness,Am to this castle well by fortune brought,Where hearing of the goodly entertainYour knight of holy order of the Bell,Gives to all damsels, and all errant knights,I thought to knock, and now am bold to enter.Tapst.An't please you see a chamber, you are very welcome.[Exeunt.

Ralph.Fair squire Tapstero, I a wandering knight,

Hight of the Burning Pestle, in the quest

Of this fair lady's casket and wrought purse,

Losing myself in this vast wilderness,

Am to this castle well by fortune brought,

Where hearing of the goodly entertain

Your knight of holy order of the Bell,

Gives to all damsels, and all errant knights,

I thought to knock, and now am bold to enter.

Tapst.An't please you see a chamber, you are very welcome.[Exeunt.

Wife.George, I would have something done, and I cannot tell what it is.Cit.What is it, Nell?Wife.Why, George, shall Ralph beat nobody again? Prithee, sweetheart, let him.Cit.So he shall, Nell, and if I join with him, we'll knock them all.EnterHumphreyandMerchant.Wife.O George, here's Master Humphrey again now, that lost Mistress Luce, and Mistress Luce's father. Master Humphrey will do somebody's errand I warrant him.

Wife.George, I would have something done, and I cannot tell what it is.

Cit.What is it, Nell?

Wife.Why, George, shall Ralph beat nobody again? Prithee, sweetheart, let him.

Cit.So he shall, Nell, and if I join with him, we'll knock them all.

EnterHumphreyandMerchant.

Wife.O George, here's Master Humphrey again now, that lost Mistress Luce, and Mistress Luce's father. Master Humphrey will do somebody's errand I warrant him.

Hum.Father, it's true in arms I ne'er shall clasp her,For she is stol'n away by your man Jasper.Wife.I thought he would tell him.Mer.Unhappy that I am to lose my child:Now I begin to think on Jasper's words,Who oft hath urg'd to me thy foolishness;Why didst thou let her go? thou lov'st her not,That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her.Hum.Father, forgive me, I shall tell you true,Look on my shoulders, they are black and blue,Whilst to and fro fair Luce and I were winding,He came and basted me with a hedge binding.Mer.Get men and horses straight, we will be thereWithin this hour; you know the place again?Hum.I know the place where he my loins did swaddle,I'll get six horses, and to each a saddle.Mer.Mean time I will go talk with Jasper's father.[Exeunt.

Hum.Father, it's true in arms I ne'er shall clasp her,For she is stol'n away by your man Jasper.

Hum.Father, it's true in arms I ne'er shall clasp her,

For she is stol'n away by your man Jasper.

Wife.I thought he would tell him.

Mer.Unhappy that I am to lose my child:Now I begin to think on Jasper's words,Who oft hath urg'd to me thy foolishness;Why didst thou let her go? thou lov'st her not,That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her.

Mer.Unhappy that I am to lose my child:

Now I begin to think on Jasper's words,

Who oft hath urg'd to me thy foolishness;

Why didst thou let her go? thou lov'st her not,

That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her.

Hum.Father, forgive me, I shall tell you true,Look on my shoulders, they are black and blue,Whilst to and fro fair Luce and I were winding,He came and basted me with a hedge binding.

Hum.Father, forgive me, I shall tell you true,

Look on my shoulders, they are black and blue,

Whilst to and fro fair Luce and I were winding,

He came and basted me with a hedge binding.

Mer.Get men and horses straight, we will be thereWithin this hour; you know the place again?

Mer.Get men and horses straight, we will be there

Within this hour; you know the place again?

Hum.I know the place where he my loins did swaddle,I'll get six horses, and to each a saddle.

Hum.I know the place where he my loins did swaddle,

I'll get six horses, and to each a saddle.

Mer.Mean time I will go talk with Jasper's father.[Exeunt.

Wife.George, what wilt thou lay with me now, that Master Humphrey has not Mistress Luce yet; speak, George, what wilt thou lay with me?Cit.No, Nell, I warrant thee, Jasper is at Puckeridge with her by this.Wife.Nay, George, you must consider Mistress Luce's feet are tender, and besides, 'tis dark, and I promise you truly, I do not see how he should get out of Waltham Forest with her yet.Cit.Nay, honey, what wilt thou lay with me that Ralph has her not yet?Wife.I will not lay against Ralph, honny, because I have not spoken with him: but look, George, peace, here comes the merry old gentleman again.EnterOld Merry-thought.

Wife.George, what wilt thou lay with me now, that Master Humphrey has not Mistress Luce yet; speak, George, what wilt thou lay with me?

Cit.No, Nell, I warrant thee, Jasper is at Puckeridge with her by this.

Wife.Nay, George, you must consider Mistress Luce's feet are tender, and besides, 'tis dark, and I promise you truly, I do not see how he should get out of Waltham Forest with her yet.

Cit.Nay, honey, what wilt thou lay with me that Ralph has her not yet?

Wife.I will not lay against Ralph, honny, because I have not spoken with him: but look, George, peace, here comes the merry old gentleman again.

EnterOld Merry-thought.

Old Mer."When it was grown to dark midnight,And all were fast asleep,In came Margaret's grimly ghost,And stood at William's feet."

Old Mer."When it was grown to dark midnight,

And all were fast asleep,

In came Margaret's grimly ghost,

And stood at William's feet."

I have money, and meat, and drink beforehand, till to-morrow at noon, why should I be sad? Methinks I have half a dozen jovial spirits within me, "I am three merry men, and three merry men." To what end should any man be sad in this world? Give me a man that when he goes to hanging cries "Troul the black bowl to me;" and a woman that will sing a catch in her travail. I have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, in a black cloak, without a hatband, carrying his head as if he look'd for pins in the street. I have look'd out of my window half a year after, and have spied that man's head upon London Bridge. 'Tis vile! Never trust a tailor that does not sing at his work, his mind is of nothing but filching.Wife.Mark this, George, 'tis worth noting: Godfrey, my tailor, you know, never sings, and he had fourteen yards to make this gown: and I'll be sworn, Mistress Penistone, the draper's wife, had one made with twelve.

Wife.Mark this, George, 'tis worth noting: Godfrey, my tailor, you know, never sings, and he had fourteen yards to make this gown: and I'll be sworn, Mistress Penistone, the draper's wife, had one made with twelve.

Old Mer."'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood,More than wine, or sleep, or food,Let each man keep his heart at ease,No man dies of that disease!He that would his body keepFrom diseases, must not weep,But whoever laughs and sings,Never he his body bringsInto fevers, gouts, or rhumes,Or lingringly his lungs consumes;Or meets with achés in the bone,Or catarrhs, or griping stone:But contented lives by aye,The more he laughs, the more he may."

Old Mer."'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood,

More than wine, or sleep, or food,

Let each man keep his heart at ease,

No man dies of that disease!

He that would his body keep

From diseases, must not weep,

But whoever laughs and sings,

Never he his body brings

Into fevers, gouts, or rhumes,

Or lingringly his lungs consumes;

Or meets with achés in the bone,

Or catarrhs, or griping stone:

But contented lives by aye,

The more he laughs, the more he may."

Wife.Look, George. How say'st thou by this, George? Is't not a fine old man? Now God's blessing a thy sweet lips. When wilt thou be so merry, George? Faith, thou art the frowningst little thing, when thou art angry, in a country.EnterMerchant.Cit.Peace, coney; thou shalt see him took down too, I warrant thee. Here's Luce's father come now.

EnterMerchant.

Cit.Peace, coney; thou shalt see him took down too, I warrant thee. Here's Luce's father come now.

Old Mer."As you came from Walsingham,From the Holy Land,There met you not with my true loveBy the way as you came?"Merch.Oh, Master Merry-thought! my daughter's gone!This mirth becomes you not, my daughter's gone!Old Mer."Why an' if she be, what care I?Or let her come, or go, or tarry."Merch.Mock not my misery, it is your son(Whom I have made my own, when all forsook him),Has stol'n my only joy, my child, away.Old Mer."He set her on a milk-white steed,And himself upon a gray,He never turned his face again,But he bore her quite away."Merch.Unworthy of the kindness I have shownTo thee and thine; too late, I well perceiveThou art consenting to my daughter's loss.Old Mer.Your daughter? what a stir's here wi' y'r daughter?Let her go, think no more on her, but sing loud. If both mysons were on the gallows I would sing,"Down, down, down: they fallDown, and arise they never shall."Merch.Oh, might but I behold her once again,And she once more embrace her aged sire.Old Mer.Fie, how scurvily this goes:"And she once more embrace her aged sire?"You'll make a dog on her, will ye; she cares much for her agedsire, I warrant you."She cares not for her daddy, norShe cares not for her mammy,For she is, she is, she is myLord of Low-gaves lassie."Merch.For this thy scorn I will pursueThat son of thine to death.Old Merch.Do, and when you ha' killed him,"Give him flowers enow, Palmer, give him flowers enow,Give him red and white, blue, green, and yellow."Merch.I'll fetch my daughter.Old Mer.I'll hear no more o' your daughter, it spoils my mirth.Merch.I say I'll fetch my daughter.Old Mer."Was never man for lady's sake, down, down,Tormented as I, Sir Guy? de derry down,For Lucy's sake, that lady bright, down, down,As ever man beheld with eye? de derry down."Merch.I'll be revenged, by heaven![Exeunt.Finis Actus Secundi.[Music.

Old Mer."As you came from Walsingham,From the Holy Land,There met you not with my true loveBy the way as you came?"

Old Mer."As you came from Walsingham,

From the Holy Land,

There met you not with my true love

By the way as you came?"

Merch.Oh, Master Merry-thought! my daughter's gone!This mirth becomes you not, my daughter's gone!

Merch.Oh, Master Merry-thought! my daughter's gone!

This mirth becomes you not, my daughter's gone!

Old Mer."Why an' if she be, what care I?Or let her come, or go, or tarry."

Old Mer."Why an' if she be, what care I?

Or let her come, or go, or tarry."

Merch.Mock not my misery, it is your son(Whom I have made my own, when all forsook him),Has stol'n my only joy, my child, away.

Merch.Mock not my misery, it is your son

(Whom I have made my own, when all forsook him),

Has stol'n my only joy, my child, away.

Old Mer."He set her on a milk-white steed,And himself upon a gray,He never turned his face again,But he bore her quite away."

Old Mer."He set her on a milk-white steed,

And himself upon a gray,

He never turned his face again,

But he bore her quite away."

Merch.Unworthy of the kindness I have shownTo thee and thine; too late, I well perceiveThou art consenting to my daughter's loss.

Merch.Unworthy of the kindness I have shown

To thee and thine; too late, I well perceive

Thou art consenting to my daughter's loss.

Old Mer.Your daughter? what a stir's here wi' y'r daughter?Let her go, think no more on her, but sing loud. If both mysons were on the gallows I would sing,"Down, down, down: they fallDown, and arise they never shall."

Old Mer.Your daughter? what a stir's here wi' y'r daughter?

Let her go, think no more on her, but sing loud. If both my

sons were on the gallows I would sing,

"Down, down, down: they fall

Down, and arise they never shall."

Merch.Oh, might but I behold her once again,And she once more embrace her aged sire.

Merch.Oh, might but I behold her once again,

And she once more embrace her aged sire.

Old Mer.Fie, how scurvily this goes:"And she once more embrace her aged sire?"You'll make a dog on her, will ye; she cares much for her agedsire, I warrant you."She cares not for her daddy, norShe cares not for her mammy,For she is, she is, she is myLord of Low-gaves lassie."

Old Mer.Fie, how scurvily this goes:

"And she once more embrace her aged sire?"

You'll make a dog on her, will ye; she cares much for her aged

sire, I warrant you.

"She cares not for her daddy, nor

She cares not for her mammy,

For she is, she is, she is my

Lord of Low-gaves lassie."

Merch.For this thy scorn I will pursueThat son of thine to death.

Merch.For this thy scorn I will pursue

That son of thine to death.

Old Merch.Do, and when you ha' killed him,"Give him flowers enow, Palmer, give him flowers enow,Give him red and white, blue, green, and yellow."

Old Merch.Do, and when you ha' killed him,

"Give him flowers enow, Palmer, give him flowers enow,

Give him red and white, blue, green, and yellow."

Merch.I'll fetch my daughter.

Old Mer.I'll hear no more o' your daughter, it spoils my mirth.

Merch.I say I'll fetch my daughter.

Old Mer."Was never man for lady's sake, down, down,Tormented as I, Sir Guy? de derry down,For Lucy's sake, that lady bright, down, down,As ever man beheld with eye? de derry down."

Old Mer."Was never man for lady's sake, down, down,

Tormented as I, Sir Guy? de derry down,

For Lucy's sake, that lady bright, down, down,

As ever man beheld with eye? de derry down."

Merch.I'll be revenged, by heaven![Exeunt.

Finis Actus Secundi.[Music.

Wife.How dost thou like this, George?Cit.Why this is well, dovey; but if Ralph were hot once, thou shouldst see more.Wife.The fiddlers go again, husband.Cit.Ay, Nell, but this is scurvy music; I gave the young gallows money, and I think he has not got me the waits of Southwark. If I hear 'em not anon, I'll twing him by the ears. You musicians, play Baloo.Wife.No, good George, let's have Lachrymæ.Cit.Why this is it, bird.Wife.Is't? All the better, George; now, sweet lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth? the Confutation of Saint Paul?Cit.No, lamb, that's Ralph and Lucrece.Wife.Ralph and Lucrece? Which Ralph? our Ralph?Cit.No, mouse, that was a Tartarian.Wife.A Tartarian? well, I would the fiddlers had done, that we might see our Ralph again.

Wife.How dost thou like this, George?

Cit.Why this is well, dovey; but if Ralph were hot once, thou shouldst see more.

Wife.The fiddlers go again, husband.

Cit.Ay, Nell, but this is scurvy music; I gave the young gallows money, and I think he has not got me the waits of Southwark. If I hear 'em not anon, I'll twing him by the ears. You musicians, play Baloo.

Wife.No, good George, let's have Lachrymæ.

Cit.Why this is it, bird.

Wife.Is't? All the better, George; now, sweet lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth? the Confutation of Saint Paul?

Cit.No, lamb, that's Ralph and Lucrece.

Wife.Ralph and Lucrece? Which Ralph? our Ralph?

Cit.No, mouse, that was a Tartarian.

Wife.A Tartarian? well, I would the fiddlers had done, that we might see our Ralph again.

EnterJasperandLuce.

Jasp.Come, my dear dear, though we have lost our wayWe have not lost ourselves. Are you not wearyWith this night's wand'ring, broken from your rest?And frighted with the terror that attendsThe darkness of this wild unpeopled place?Luce.No, my best friend, I cannot either fearOr entertain a weary thought, whilst you(The end of all my full desires) stand by me.Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languishAmongst the number of forsaken lovers,Tell the long weary steps and number Time,Start at a shadow, and shrink up their blood,Whilst I (possessed with all content and quiet)Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him.Jasp.You've caught me, Luce, so fast, that whilst I liveI shall become your faithful prisoner,And wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down,And rest your body, too too delicateFor these disturbances; so, will you sleep?Come, do not be more able than you are,I know you are not skilful in these watches,For women are no soldiers; be not nice,But take it, sleep, I say.Luce.I cannot sleep,Indeed I cannot, friend.Jasp.Why then we'll sing,And try how that will work upon our senses.Luce.I'll sing, or say, or anything but sleep.Jasp.Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heartWith that enchanting voice.Luce.You mock me, Jasper.Song.Jasp.Tell me, dearest, what is love?Luce.'Tis a lightning from above,'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire,'Tis a boy they call Desire.'Tis a smileDoth beguileJasp.The poor hearts of men that prove.Tell me more, are women true?Luce.Some love change, and so do you.Jasp.Are they fair, and never kind?Luce.Yes, when men turn with the wind.Jasp.Are they froward?Luce.Ever towardThose that love, to love anew.Jasp.Dissemble it no more, I see the godOf heavy sleep, lays on his heavy maceUpon your eyelids.Luce.I am very heavy.Jasp.Sleep, sleep, and quiet rest crown thy sweet thoughts:Keep from her fair blood all distempers, startings,Horrors and fearful shapes: let all her dreamsBe joys and chaste delights, embraces, wishes,And such new pleasures as the ravish'd soulGives to the senses. So, my charms have took.Keep her, ye Powers Divine, whilst I contemplateUpon the wealth and beauty of her mind.She's only fair, and constant, only kind,And only to thee, Jasper. O my joys!Whither will you transport me? let not fulnessOf my poor buried hopes come up together,And over-charge my spirits; I am weak.Some say (however ill) the sea and womenAre govern'd by the moon, both ebb and flow,Both full of changes: yet to them that know,And truly judge, these but opinions are,And heresies to bring on pleasing warBetween our tempers, that without these wereBoth void of after-love, and present fear;Which are the best of Cupid. O thou child!Bred from despair, I dare not entertain thee,Having a love without the faults of women,And greater in her perfect goods than men;Which to make good, and please myself the stronger,Though certainly I'm certain of her love,I'll try her, that the world and memoryMay sing to after-times her constancy.Luce, Luce, awake!Luce.Why do you fright me, friend,With those distempered looks? what makes your swordDrawn in your hand? who hath offended you?I prithee, Jasper, sleep, thou'rt wild with watching.Jasp.Come, make your way to Heav'n, and bid the world,With all the villanies that stick upon it,Farewell; you're for another life.Luce.Oh, Jasper,How have my tender years committed evil,Especially against the man I love,Thus to be cropt untimely?Jasp.Foolish girl,Canst thou imagine I could love his daughterThat flung me from my fortune into nothing?Dischargéd me his service, shut the doorsUpon my poverty, and scorn'd my prayers,Sending me, like a boat without a mast,To sink or swim? Come, by this hand you die,I must have life and blood, to satisfyYour father's wrongs.

Jasp.Come, my dear dear, though we have lost our way

We have not lost ourselves. Are you not weary

With this night's wand'ring, broken from your rest?

And frighted with the terror that attends

The darkness of this wild unpeopled place?

Luce.No, my best friend, I cannot either fearOr entertain a weary thought, whilst you(The end of all my full desires) stand by me.Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languishAmongst the number of forsaken lovers,Tell the long weary steps and number Time,Start at a shadow, and shrink up their blood,Whilst I (possessed with all content and quiet)Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him.

Luce.No, my best friend, I cannot either fear

Or entertain a weary thought, whilst you

(The end of all my full desires) stand by me.

Let them that lose their hopes, and live to languish

Amongst the number of forsaken lovers,

Tell the long weary steps and number Time,

Start at a shadow, and shrink up their blood,

Whilst I (possessed with all content and quiet)

Thus take my pretty love, and thus embrace him.

Jasp.You've caught me, Luce, so fast, that whilst I liveI shall become your faithful prisoner,And wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down,And rest your body, too too delicateFor these disturbances; so, will you sleep?Come, do not be more able than you are,I know you are not skilful in these watches,For women are no soldiers; be not nice,But take it, sleep, I say.

Jasp.You've caught me, Luce, so fast, that whilst I live

I shall become your faithful prisoner,

And wear these chains for ever. Come, sit down,

And rest your body, too too delicate

For these disturbances; so, will you sleep?

Come, do not be more able than you are,

I know you are not skilful in these watches,

For women are no soldiers; be not nice,

But take it, sleep, I say.

Luce.I cannot sleep,Indeed I cannot, friend.

Luce.I cannot sleep,

Indeed I cannot, friend.

Jasp.Why then we'll sing,And try how that will work upon our senses.

Jasp.Why then we'll sing,

And try how that will work upon our senses.

Luce.I'll sing, or say, or anything but sleep.

Jasp.Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heartWith that enchanting voice.

Jasp.Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heart

With that enchanting voice.

Luce.You mock me, Jasper.

Song.

Jasp.Tell me, dearest, what is love?

Luce.'Tis a lightning from above,'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire,'Tis a boy they call Desire.'Tis a smileDoth beguile

Luce.'Tis a lightning from above,

'Tis an arrow, 'tis a fire,

'Tis a boy they call Desire.

'Tis a smile

Doth beguile

Jasp.The poor hearts of men that prove.Tell me more, are women true?

Jasp.The poor hearts of men that prove.

Tell me more, are women true?

Luce.Some love change, and so do you.

Jasp.Are they fair, and never kind?

Luce.Yes, when men turn with the wind.

Jasp.Are they froward?

Luce.Ever towardThose that love, to love anew.

Luce.Ever toward

Those that love, to love anew.

Jasp.Dissemble it no more, I see the godOf heavy sleep, lays on his heavy maceUpon your eyelids.

Jasp.Dissemble it no more, I see the god

Of heavy sleep, lays on his heavy mace

Upon your eyelids.

Luce.I am very heavy.

Jasp.Sleep, sleep, and quiet rest crown thy sweet thoughts:Keep from her fair blood all distempers, startings,Horrors and fearful shapes: let all her dreamsBe joys and chaste delights, embraces, wishes,And such new pleasures as the ravish'd soulGives to the senses. So, my charms have took.Keep her, ye Powers Divine, whilst I contemplateUpon the wealth and beauty of her mind.She's only fair, and constant, only kind,And only to thee, Jasper. O my joys!Whither will you transport me? let not fulnessOf my poor buried hopes come up together,And over-charge my spirits; I am weak.Some say (however ill) the sea and womenAre govern'd by the moon, both ebb and flow,Both full of changes: yet to them that know,And truly judge, these but opinions are,And heresies to bring on pleasing warBetween our tempers, that without these wereBoth void of after-love, and present fear;Which are the best of Cupid. O thou child!Bred from despair, I dare not entertain thee,Having a love without the faults of women,And greater in her perfect goods than men;Which to make good, and please myself the stronger,Though certainly I'm certain of her love,I'll try her, that the world and memoryMay sing to after-times her constancy.Luce, Luce, awake!

Jasp.Sleep, sleep, and quiet rest crown thy sweet thoughts:

Keep from her fair blood all distempers, startings,

Horrors and fearful shapes: let all her dreams

Be joys and chaste delights, embraces, wishes,

And such new pleasures as the ravish'd soul

Gives to the senses. So, my charms have took.

Keep her, ye Powers Divine, whilst I contemplate

Upon the wealth and beauty of her mind.

She's only fair, and constant, only kind,

And only to thee, Jasper. O my joys!

Whither will you transport me? let not fulness

Of my poor buried hopes come up together,

And over-charge my spirits; I am weak.

Some say (however ill) the sea and women

Are govern'd by the moon, both ebb and flow,

Both full of changes: yet to them that know,

And truly judge, these but opinions are,

And heresies to bring on pleasing war

Between our tempers, that without these were

Both void of after-love, and present fear;

Which are the best of Cupid. O thou child!

Bred from despair, I dare not entertain thee,

Having a love without the faults of women,

And greater in her perfect goods than men;

Which to make good, and please myself the stronger,

Though certainly I'm certain of her love,

I'll try her, that the world and memory

May sing to after-times her constancy.

Luce, Luce, awake!

Luce.Why do you fright me, friend,With those distempered looks? what makes your swordDrawn in your hand? who hath offended you?I prithee, Jasper, sleep, thou'rt wild with watching.

Luce.Why do you fright me, friend,

With those distempered looks? what makes your sword

Drawn in your hand? who hath offended you?

I prithee, Jasper, sleep, thou'rt wild with watching.

Jasp.Come, make your way to Heav'n, and bid the world,With all the villanies that stick upon it,Farewell; you're for another life.

Jasp.Come, make your way to Heav'n, and bid the world,

With all the villanies that stick upon it,

Farewell; you're for another life.

Luce.Oh, Jasper,How have my tender years committed evil,Especially against the man I love,Thus to be cropt untimely?

Luce.Oh, Jasper,

How have my tender years committed evil,

Especially against the man I love,

Thus to be cropt untimely?

Jasp.Foolish girl,Canst thou imagine I could love his daughterThat flung me from my fortune into nothing?Dischargéd me his service, shut the doorsUpon my poverty, and scorn'd my prayers,Sending me, like a boat without a mast,To sink or swim? Come, by this hand you die,I must have life and blood, to satisfyYour father's wrongs.

Jasp.Foolish girl,

Canst thou imagine I could love his daughter

That flung me from my fortune into nothing?

Dischargéd me his service, shut the doors

Upon my poverty, and scorn'd my prayers,

Sending me, like a boat without a mast,

To sink or swim? Come, by this hand you die,

I must have life and blood, to satisfy

Your father's wrongs.

Wife.Away, George, away, raise the watch at Ludgate, and bring a mittimus from the justice for this desperate villain. Now, I charge you, gentlemen, see the King's peace kept. O my heart, what a varlet's this, to offer manslaughter upon the harmless gentlewoman?Cit.I warrant thee, sweetheart, we'll have him hampered.

Cit.I warrant thee, sweetheart, we'll have him hampered.

Luce.Oh, Jasper! be not cruel,If thou wilt kill me, smile, and do it quickly,And let not many deaths appear before me.I am a woman made of fear and love,A weak, weak woman, kill not with thy eyes,They shoot me through and through. Strike, I am ready,And dying, still I love thee.EnterMerchant, Humphrey,and hisMen.Merch.Where abouts?Jasp.No more of this, now to myself again.Hum.There, there he stands with sword, like martial knight,Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fightYou that are wise; for were I good Sir Bevis,I would not stay his coming, by your leaves.Merch.Sirrah, restore my daughter.Jasp.Sirrah, no.Merch.Upon him then.Wife.So, down with him, down with him, down with him!Cut him i'the leg, boys, cut him i'the leg!Merch.Come your ways, minion, I'll provide a cage for you,you're grown so tame. Horse her away.Hum.Truly I am glad your forces have the day.[Exeunt.ManetJasper.Jasp.They're gone, and I am hurt; my love is lost,Never to get again. Oh, me unhappy!Bleed, bleed and die——I cannot; oh, my folly!Thou hast betrayed me; hope, where art thou fled?Tell me, if thou be'st anywhere remaining.Shall I but see my love again? Oh, no!She will not deign to look upon her butcher,Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venture.Oh chance, or fortune, or whate'er thou artThat men adore for powerful, hear my cry,And let me loving live, or losing die.[Exit.Wife.Is he gone, George?Cit.Ay, coney.

Luce.Oh, Jasper! be not cruel,

If thou wilt kill me, smile, and do it quickly,

And let not many deaths appear before me.

I am a woman made of fear and love,

A weak, weak woman, kill not with thy eyes,

They shoot me through and through. Strike, I am ready,

And dying, still I love thee.

EnterMerchant, Humphrey,and hisMen.

Merch.Where abouts?

Jasp.No more of this, now to myself again.

Hum.There, there he stands with sword, like martial knight,Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fightYou that are wise; for were I good Sir Bevis,I would not stay his coming, by your leaves.

Hum.There, there he stands with sword, like martial knight,

Drawn in his hand, therefore beware the fight

You that are wise; for were I good Sir Bevis,

I would not stay his coming, by your leaves.

Merch.Sirrah, restore my daughter.

Jasp.Sirrah, no.

Merch.Upon him then.

Wife.So, down with him, down with him, down with him!Cut him i'the leg, boys, cut him i'the leg!

Wife.So, down with him, down with him, down with him!

Cut him i'the leg, boys, cut him i'the leg!

Merch.Come your ways, minion, I'll provide a cage for you,you're grown so tame. Horse her away.

Merch.Come your ways, minion, I'll provide a cage for you,

you're grown so tame. Horse her away.

Hum.Truly I am glad your forces have the day.[Exeunt.

ManetJasper.

Jasp.They're gone, and I am hurt; my love is lost,Never to get again. Oh, me unhappy!Bleed, bleed and die——I cannot; oh, my folly!Thou hast betrayed me; hope, where art thou fled?Tell me, if thou be'st anywhere remaining.Shall I but see my love again? Oh, no!She will not deign to look upon her butcher,Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venture.Oh chance, or fortune, or whate'er thou artThat men adore for powerful, hear my cry,And let me loving live, or losing die.[Exit.

Jasp.They're gone, and I am hurt; my love is lost,

Never to get again. Oh, me unhappy!

Bleed, bleed and die——I cannot; oh, my folly!

Thou hast betrayed me; hope, where art thou fled?

Tell me, if thou be'st anywhere remaining.

Shall I but see my love again? Oh, no!

She will not deign to look upon her butcher,

Nor is it fit she should; yet I must venture.

Oh chance, or fortune, or whate'er thou art

That men adore for powerful, hear my cry,

And let me loving live, or losing die.[Exit.

Wife.Is he gone, George?

Cit.Ay, coney.

Wife.Marry, and let him go, sweetheart, by the faith a my body, a has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an aspin leaf. Look a my little finger, George, how it shakes: now, in truth, every member of my body is the worse for't.Cit.Come, hug in mine arms, sweet mouse, he shall not fright thee any more; alas, mine own dear heart, how it quivers.EnterMistress Merry-thought, Ralph, Michael, Squire, Dwarf, Host,and aTapster.Wife.O Ralph, how dost thou, Ralph? How hast thou slept to-night? Has the knight used thee well?Cit.Peace, Nell, let Ralph alone.Tap.Master, the reckoning is not paid.

Cit.Come, hug in mine arms, sweet mouse, he shall not fright thee any more; alas, mine own dear heart, how it quivers.

EnterMistress Merry-thought, Ralph, Michael, Squire, Dwarf, Host,and aTapster.

Wife.O Ralph, how dost thou, Ralph? How hast thou slept to-night? Has the knight used thee well?

Cit.Peace, Nell, let Ralph alone.

Tap.Master, the reckoning is not paid.

Ralph.Right courteous Knight, who for the orders' sakeWhich thou hast ta'en, hang'st out the holy Bell,As I this flaming pestle bear about,We render thanks to your puissant self,Your beauteous lady, and your gentle squires,For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs,Stiffened with hard achievements in wild desert.Tap.Sir, there is twelve shillings to pay.Ralph.Thou merry squire Tapstero, thanks to theeFor comforting our souls with double jug,And if adventurous fortune prick thee forth,Thou jovial squire, to follow feats of arms,Take heed thou tender ev'ry lady's cause,Ev'ry true knight, and ev'ry damsel fair,But spill the blood of treacherous Saracens,And false enchanters, that with magic spellsHave done to death full many a noble knight.

Ralph.Right courteous Knight, who for the orders' sake

Which thou hast ta'en, hang'st out the holy Bell,

As I this flaming pestle bear about,

We render thanks to your puissant self,

Your beauteous lady, and your gentle squires,

For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs,

Stiffened with hard achievements in wild desert.

Tap.Sir, there is twelve shillings to pay.

Ralph.Thou merry squire Tapstero, thanks to theeFor comforting our souls with double jug,And if adventurous fortune prick thee forth,Thou jovial squire, to follow feats of arms,Take heed thou tender ev'ry lady's cause,Ev'ry true knight, and ev'ry damsel fair,But spill the blood of treacherous Saracens,And false enchanters, that with magic spellsHave done to death full many a noble knight.

Ralph.Thou merry squire Tapstero, thanks to thee

For comforting our souls with double jug,

And if adventurous fortune prick thee forth,

Thou jovial squire, to follow feats of arms,

Take heed thou tender ev'ry lady's cause,

Ev'ry true knight, and ev'ry damsel fair,

But spill the blood of treacherous Saracens,

And false enchanters, that with magic spells

Have done to death full many a noble knight.

Host.Thou valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, give ear to me: there is twelve shillings to pay, and as I am a true knight, I will not bate a penny.Wife.George, I prithee tell me, must Ralph pay twelve shillings now?Cit.No, Nell, no, nothing; but the old knight is merry with Ralph.Wife.O, is't nothing else? Ralph will be as merry as he.

Host.Thou valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, give ear to me: there is twelve shillings to pay, and as I am a true knight, I will not bate a penny.

Wife.George, I prithee tell me, must Ralph pay twelve shillings now?

Cit.No, Nell, no, nothing; but the old knight is merry with Ralph.

Wife.O, is't nothing else? Ralph will be as merry as he.

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