_Mist. Mer._ Out alas, I left a thousand pound, a thousand pound, e'en all the money I had laid up for this youth, upon the sight of your mastership. You looked 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 deny Distresséd squires and ladies equity. I have but one horse, upon 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 and dwarf, 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, an' he be not inveigled by some of these paltry 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 Mistress Luce, however 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 entangled ever to your will, As the poor harmless horse is to the mill. _Luce._ Faith and you say the word, we'll e'en sit down, And take a nap. _Hum._ 'Tis better in the town, Where we may nap together; for believe me, To sleep without a match would mickle grieve me. _Luce._ You're merry, Master Humphrey. _Hum._ So I am, And have been ever merry from my dam. _Luce._ Your nurse had the less labour. _Hum._ Faith it may be, Unless it were by chance I did bewray me. _Enter_ JASPER. _Jasp._ Luce, dear friend Luce. _Luce._ Here, Jasper. _Jasp._ You are mine. _Hum._ If it be so, my friend, you use me fine: What do you think I am? _Jasp._ An arrant noddy. _Hum._ A word of obloquy; now by my body, I'll tell thy master, for I know thee well.