_Cit._ No, no, I have found out the matter sweet-heart, _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 vext, for it shall be so. _Enter_ Ralph, Squire, Dwarfe, _Mistriss_ Merry-thought, _and_ Michael. _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 Lungies 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'r come in my shop more. _Mist. Mer._ Truly master Knight of the _Burning Pestle_, I am weary. _Mich._ Indeed-law Mother, and I am very hungry. _Ralph._ Take comfort gentle Dame, and [you] fair Squire. For in this Desart there must needs be plac'd Many strong Castles, held by courteous Knights, And till I bring you safe to one of those I swear by this my Order ne'r to leave you. _Wife._ Well said _Ralph_, _George_, _Ralph_ was ever comfortable, was he not? _Cit._ Yes Duck. _Wife._ I shall ne'r forget him: when we had lost our child, you know it was straid almost alone, to _Puddle-wharfe_, and the Cryers were abroad for it, and there it had drown'd it self but for a Sculler, _Ralph_ was the most comfortablest to me: peace Mistriss, saies 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. _Dwarfe._ 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_ Towns end, and that's the _Bell_ Inne. _Dwarfe._ Take courage valiant Knight, Damsel, and Squire, I have discovered, not a stones cast off, An antient 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 Chamberlain, who will see Our beds prepar'd, and bring us snowy sheets, Where never Footman stretch'd his butter'd Hams. The second height _Tapstro_, who will see Our pots full filled, and no froth therein; The third, a gentle Squire _Ostlero_ height, Who will our Palfries slick with wisps of straw, And in the Maunger put them Oats enough, And never grease their teeth with Candle-snuffe. _Wife._ That same Dwarfe's a pretty boy, but the Squire's a grout-nold. _Ralph._ Knock at the Gates my Squire, with stately Lance.