_Wife._ I pray you, youth, let him have a suit of reparrel: I'll be sworn, gentlemen, my husband tells you true, he will act you sometimes at our house, that all the neighbours cry out on him: he will fetch you up a couraging part so in the garret, that we are all as feared I warrant you, that we quake again. We fear our children with him, if they be never so unruly, do but cry "Ralph comes, Ralph comes" to them, and they'll be as quiet as lambs. Hold up thy head, Ralph, show the gentlemen what thou canst do; speak a huffing part, I warrant you the gentlemen will accept of it. _Cit._ Do, Ralph, do. _Ralph._ By heaven (methinks) it were an easy leap To pluck bright honour from the pale-faced moon, Or dive into the bottom of the sea, Where never fathom line touched any ground, And pluck drowned honour from the lake of hell. _Cit._ How say you, gentlemen, is it not as I told you? _Wife._ Nay, gentlemen, he hath played before, my husband says, "Musidorus," before the wardens of our company. _Cit._ Ay, and he should have played "Jeronimo" with a shoemaker for a wager. _Pro._ He shall have a suit of apparel, if he will go in. _Cit._ In, Ralph, in, Ralph, and set out the grocers in their kind, if thou lovest me. _Wife._ I warrant our Ralph will look finely when he's dressed. _Pro._ But what will you have it called? _Cit._ "The Grocer's Honour." _Pro._ Methinks "The Knight of the Burning Pestle" were better. _Wife._ I'll be sworn, husband, that's as good a name as can be. _Cit._ Let it be so, begin, begin; my wife and I will sit down. _Pro._ I pray you do. _Cit._ What stately music have you? Have you shawns? _Pro._ Shawns? No. _Cit._ No? I'm a thief if my mind did not give me so. Ralph plays a stately part, and he must needs have shawns: I'll be at the charge of them myself rather than we'll be without them. _Pro._ So you are like to be. _Cit._ Why and so I will be, there's two shillings, let's have the waits of Southwark, they are as rare fellows as any are in England; and that will fetch them all o'er the water with a vengeance, as if they were mad. _Pro._ You shall have them; will you sit down, then? _Cit._ Ay, come, wife. _Wife._ Sit you, merry all gentlemen, I'm bold to sit amongst you for my ease. _Pro._ From all that's near the Court, from all that's great Within the compass of the city walls, We now have brought our scene. Fly far from hence All private taxes, all immodest phrases, Whatever may but show like vicious, For wicked mirth never true pleasure brings, But honest minds are pleased with honest things. Thus much for that we do. But for Ralph's part you must answer for't yourself. _Cit._ Take you no care for Ralph, he'll discharge himself, I warrant you. _Wife._ I'faith, gentlemen, I'll give my word for Ralph. * * * * * ACT I.--SCENE I. _Enter_ MERCHANT _and_ JASPER _his man_.