_Enter Tapster._ _Tap._ Who's there, you're welcome Gentlemen, will you see a room? _Dwarfe._ Right courteous and valiant Knight of the _Burning_ _Pestle_, This is the Squire _Tapstro_. _Ralph._ Fair Squire _Tapstro_, I a wandring Knight, Height of the _Burning Pestle_ in the quest Of this fair Ladies Casket, and wrought purse, Losing my self in this vast wilderness, And to this Castle well by fortune brought, Where hearing of the goodly entertain Your Knight of holy Order of the _Bell_, Gives to all Damsels, and all Errant Knights, I thought to knock, and now am bold to enter. _Tapst._ An't please you see a chamber, you are very welcome. [_Exeunt._ _Wife. George_, I would have something done, and I cannot tell what it is. _Cit._ What is it _Nell_? _Wife._ Why _George_, shall _Ralph_ beat no body again? prethee sweet-heart let him. _Cit._ So he shall _Nell_, and if I joyn with him, we'll knock them all. _Enter_ Humphrey _and_ Merchant. _Wife._ O _George_, here's master _Humphrey_ again now, that lost Mistriss _Luce_, and Mistriss _Luce_'s Father, master _Humphrey_ will do some bodies arrant I warrant him. _Hum._ Father, it's true in arms I ne'r shall clasp her, For she is stoln away by your man _Jasper_. _Wife._ I thought he would tell him. _Mer._ Unhappy that I am to lose my child: Now I begin to think on _Jasper_'s words, Who oft hath urg'd to me thy foolishness, Why didst thou let her go, thou lov'st her not, That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her. _Hum._ Father forgive me, I shall tell you true, Look on my shoulders they are black and blue, Whilst too and fro fair _Luce_ and I were winding, He came and basted me with a hedge binding. _Mer._ Get men and horses straight, we will be there Within this hour; you know the place again? _Hum._ I know the place where he my loins did swaddle, I'll get six horses, and to each a saddle. _Mer._ Mean time I'll go talk with _Jaspers_ Father. [_Exeunt._ _Wife. George_, What wilt thou lay with me now, that Master _Humphrey_ has not Mistriss _Luce_ yet, speak _George_ what wilt thou lay with me? _Cit._ No _Nell_, I warrant thee, _Jasper_ is at _Puckeridge_ with her by this. _Wife._ Nay _George_, you must consider Mistriss _Lucies_ feet are tender, and besides, 'tis dark, and I promise you truly, I do not see how he should get out of _Waltham_ Forrest with her yet. _Cit._ Nay Cunny, what wilt thou lay with me that _Ralph_ has her not yet. _Wife._ I will not lay against _Ralph_, Honny, because I have not spoken with him: but look _George_, peace, here comes the merry old Gentleman again. _Enter old_ Merry-thought.