For and the Squire of Damsels as I take it. _Rafe._ Madam, if any service or devoir Of a poor errant Knight may right your wrongs, Command it, I am prest to give you succor, 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 Forrest. [_Ralph._] _Desart_, you would say, Lady, and not lost Whilst I have Sword and Launce, dry up your tears Which ill befits 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'n all the money I had laid up for this youth, upon the sight of your Mastership, you lookt 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 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 here That will confound thy foe, and pay it dear Upon his coward head, that dare[s] denie, Distressed Squires, and Ladies equity. I have but one horse, on 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 a[n]d Dwarfe 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_, and he be not inveigled by some of these paltery 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. _Enter_ Humphrey _and_ Luce. _Hum._ Good Mistriss _Luce_, how ever 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 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 indifferent, To your good friend and _Humphrey_, whose consent Is so intangled ever to your will, As the poor harmless horse is to the [M]ill. _Luce._ Faith and you say the word, we'll e'n sit down, And take a nap. _Hum._ 'Tis better in the Town, Where we may nap together: for believe me, To sleep without a snatch would mickle grieve me. _Luce._ You're merry master _Humphrey_. _Hum._ So I am, And have been ever merry from my Dam.