_Jasp._ Nay, an' you be so forward for to tell, Take that, and that, and tell him, sir, I gave it: [_Beats him._ And say I paid you well. _Hum._ O, sir, I have it, And do confess the payment, pray be quiet. _Jasp._ Go, get you to your night-cap and the diet, To cure your beaten bones. _Luce._ Alas, poor Humphrey, Get thee some wholesome broth with sage and cumfry: A little oil of roses, and a feather To 'noint thy back withal. _Hum._ When I came hither, Would I had gone to Paris with John Dory. _Luce._ Farewell, my pretty numps, I'm very sorry I cannot bear thee company. _Hum._ Farewell, The devil's dam was ne'er so bang'd in hell. [_Exeunt._ _Manet_ HUMPHREY. _Wife._ This young Jasper will prove me another things, a my conscience, and he may be suffered; George, dost not see, George, how a swaggers, and flies at the very heads a folks as he were a dragon; well, if I do not do his lesson for wronging the poor gentleman, I am no true woman; his friends that brought him up might have been better occupied, I wis, than have taught him these fegaries: he's e'en in the highway to the gallows, God bless him. _Cit._ You're too bitter, cony, the young man may do well enough for all this. _Wife._ Come hither, Master Humphrey, has he hurt you? Now beshrew his fingers for't; here, sweetheart, here's some green ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart, but a has peppernel in's head, as big as a pullet's egg; alas, sweet lamb, how thy temples beat; take the peace on him, sweetheart, take the peace on him. _Enter a_ BOY. _Cit._ No, no, you talk like a foolish woman; I'll ha' Ralph fight with him, and swinge him up well-favour'dly. Sirrah boy, come hither, let Ralph come in and fight with Jasper. _Wife._ Ay, and beat him well, he's an unhappy boy. _Boy._ Sir, you must pardon us, the plot of our play lies contrary, and 'twill hazard the spoiling of our play. _Cit._ Plot me no plots, I'll ha' Ralph come out; I'll make your house too hot for you else. _Boy._ Why, sir, he shall; but if anything fall out of order, the gentlemen must pardon us. _Cit._ Go your ways, goodman boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his belly full of fighting now. Ho, here comes Ralph; no more. _Enter_ RALPH, MISTRESS MERRY-THOUGHT, MICHAEL, SQUIRE, _and_ DWARF. _Ralph._ What knight is that, squire? Ask him if he keep The passage bound by love of lady fair, Or else but prickant. _Hum._ Sir, I am no knight, But a poor gentleman, that this same night, Had stolen from me, upon yonder green, My lovely wife, and suffered (to be seen Yet extant on my shoulders) such a greeting, That whilst I live, I shall think of that meeting. _Wife._ Ay, Ralph, he beat him unmercifully, Ralph, an' thou spar'st him, Ralph, I would thou wert hang'd. _Cit._ No more, wife, no more.