_Wife._ I pray you youth, Let him have a suit of reparrel, I'll be sworn Gentlemen, My Husband tells you true, He will act you sometimes at our house, That all the neighbors cry out on him: He will fetch you up a couraging part so in the Garret, That we are all as fear'd I warrant you, That we quake again: We'll fear our children with him, If they be never so unruly, Do but cry, _Ralph comes, Ralph comes_ to them, And they'll be as quiet as Lambs. Hold up thy head _Ralph_, Shew the Gentlemen what thou canst do, Speak a huffing part, I warrant you the Gentlemen will accept of it. _Cit._ Do _Ralph_, do. _Ralph._ By heaven (Methinks) it were an easie leap To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac'd Moon, Or dive into the bottom of the Sea, Where never fathome line toucht any ground, And pluck up drowned honor From the lake of Hell. _Cit._ How say you Gentlemen, Is it not as I told you? _Wife._ Nay Gentlemen, He hath plaid before, my husband says, _Musidorus_ Before the Wardens of our company. _Cit._ I, and he should have plaid _Jeronimo_ With a shoo-maker for a wager. _Pro._ He shall have a suit of apparel, If he will go in. _Cit._ In _Ralph_, in _Ralph_, And set out the Grocer[y] in their kind, If thou lov'st me. _Wife._ I warrant our _Ralph_ will look finely, When he's drest. _Pro._ But what will you have it call'd? _Cit. The Grocers Honor._ _Pro._ Methinks _The Knight of the b[u]rning Pestle_ were better. _Wife._ I'll be sworn Husband. That's as good a name as can be. _Cit._ Let it be so, begin, begin; My Wife and I will sit down. _Pro._ I pray you do. _Cit._ What stately Musick have you? You have Shawnes. _Pro._ Shawns? no. _Cit._ No? I'm a thief if my mind did not give me so. _Ralph_ plaies a stately part, And he must needs have Shawns: I'll be at the charge of them my self, Rather than we'll be without them. _Pro._ So you are like to be. _Cit._ Why and so I will be, There's two shillings, Let's have the Waits of _Southwark_, They are as rare fellows as any are in _England_; And that will fetch them all o'r the water, with a vengeance, As if they were mad. _Pro._ You shall have them: Will you sit down then? _Cit._ I, come Wife. _Wife._ Sit you merry all Gentlemen, I'm bold to sit amongst you for my ease. _Pro._ From all that's near the Court, From all that's great Within the compass of the City walls, We now have brought our Scæne: Flie far from hence All private taxes, immodest phrases, What e'r may but shew like vicious: For wicked mirth never true pleasure brings, But honest minds are pleas'd with honest things. Thus much for that we do: But for _Ralphs_ part You must answer for your self.