_Ralph._ Why should [not I] then pursue this course, both for the credit of my self and our company, for amongst all the worthy Books of Atchievements, I do not call to mind, that I yet read of a Grocer Errant. I will be the said Knight: Have you heard of any that hath wandred unfurnished of his Squire and Dwarfe? my elder Prentice _T[i]m_ shall be my trusty Squire, and little _George_ my Dwarfe, hence my blew Apron, yet in remembrance of my former Trade, upon my shield shall be pourtraid a _Burning Pestle_, and I will be call'd the _Knight_ _of the burning Pestle_. _Wife._ Nay, I dare swear thou wilt not forget thy old Trade, thou wert ever meek. _Ralph. Tim._ _Tim._ Anon. _Ralph._ My beloved Squire, and _George_ my Dwarfe, I charge you that from henceforth you never call me by any other name, but the _Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle_, and that you never call any Female by the name of a Woman or Wench, but fair Lady, if she have her desires; if not, distressed Damsel; that you call all Forrests and Heaths, Desarts, and all Horses Palfries. _Wife._ This is very fine: faith do the Gentlemen like _Ralph_, think you Husband? _Cit._ I, I warrant thee, the Players would give all the shooes in their shop for him. _Ralph._ My beloved Squire _Tim_, stand out, admit this were a Desart, and over it a Knight Errant pricking, and I should bid you enquire of his intents, what would you say? _Tim._ Sir, my Master sent me to know whither you are riding? _Ralph._ No, thus; fair Sir, the _Right courteous, and valiant_ _Knight of the Burning Pestle_, commanded me to enquire upon what adventure you are bound, whether to relieve some distressed Damsel, or otherwise. _Cit._ Whorson blockhead cannot remember. _Wife._ I'faith, and _Ralph_ told him on't before: all the Gentlemen heard him, did he not Gentlemen, did not _Ralph_ tell him on't? _George. Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning_ _Pestle_, here is a distressed Damsel, to have a halfepenny worth of Pepper. _Wife._ That's a good boy, see, the little boy can hit it, by my troth it's a fine child. _Ralph._ Relieve her with all courteous language, now shut up shop, no more my Prentice, but my trusty Squire and Dwarfe, I must bespeak my Shield, and arming Pestle. _Cit._ Go thy ways _Ralph_, as I am a true man, thou art the best on 'em all. _Wife. Ralph, Ralph._ _Ralph._ What say you Mistriss? _Wife._ I prethee come again quickly, sweet _Ralph_. _Ralph._ By and by. [_Exit_ Ralph. _Enter_ Jasper _and his Mother, Mistriss_ Merry-thought.