_Ralph._ My trusty Dwarf and friend, reach me my shield, And hold it while I swear, first by my Knighthood, Then by the soul of _Amadis de Gaule_, My famous Ancestor, then by my Sword, The beauteous _Brionella_ girt about me, By this bright burning Pestle of mine honor, The living Trophie, and by all respect Due to distressed Damsels, here I vow Never to end the quest of this fair Lady, And that forsaken Squire, till by my valour I gain their liberty. _Dw._ Heaven bless the Knight That thus relieves poor errant Gentlewomen. [_Exit._ _Wife._ I marry _Ralph_, this has some savour in't, 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 prethee sweetheart let him come fight before me, and let's ha some Drums, and Trumpets, and let him kill all that comes near him, and thou lov'st me _George_. _Cit._ Peace a little bird, he shall kill them all, and they were twenty more on 'em then there are. _Enter_ Jasper. _Jasp._ Now fortune, if thou be'st not only ill, Shew 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 fathers blessing, and this little coin Is my inheritance, a strong revenue, From earth thou art, and to [the] earth I give thee, There grow and multiply, whilst fresher air [_Spies the_ Breeds me a fresher fortune: how, illusion! [_Casket_. What hath the Devil coyn'd himself before me? 'Tis mettle good, it rings well, I am waking, And taking too I hope, now Gods 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 that this unthrifty youth should embesil away the money, the poor Gentlewoman his mother will have a heavy heart for it, God knows. _Cit._ And reason good, sweet heart. _Wif[e]._ 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 my self, and your self, and the Musicians, if we be call'd in question, but here comes _Ralph_, _George_, thou shalt hear him speak, as he were an Emperal. _Enter_ Ralph _and_ Dwarfe. _Ralph._ Comes not Sir Squire again? _Dwarf._ Right courteous Knight, Your Squire doth come, and with him comes the Lady. _Enter Mistriss_ Mer. _and_ Michael, _and_ Squire.