_Ralph._ Where is the caitiff wretch hath done this deed? Lady, your pardon, that I may proceed Upon the quest of this injurious knight. And thou, fair squire, repute me not the worse, In leaving the great 'venture of the purse And the rich casket, till some better leisure. _Enter_ JASPER _and_ LUCE. _Hum._ Here comes the broker hath purloined my treasure. _Ralph._ Go, squire, and tell him I am here, An errant knight at arms, to crave delivery Of that fair lady to her own knight's arms. If he deny, bid him take choice of ground, And so defy him. _Squire._ From the knight that bears The golden pestle, I defy thee, knight, Unless thou make fair restitution Of that bright lady. _Jasp._ Tell the knight that sent thee He is an ass, and I will keep the wench, And knock his head-piece. _Ralph._ Knight, thou art but dead, If thou recall not thy uncourteous terms. _Wife._ Break his pate, Ralph; break his pate, Ralph, soundly. _Jasp._ Come, knight, I'm ready for you, now your pestle [_Snatches away his pestle._ Shall try what temper, sir, your mortar's of; With that he stood upright in his stirrups, And gave the knight of the calves-skin such a knock, That he forsook his horse, and down he fell, And then he leaped upon him, and plucking off his helmet---- _Hum._ Nay, an' my noble knight be down so soon, Though I can scarcely go, I needs must run---- [_Exit_ HUMPHREY _and_ RALPH. _Wife._ Run, Ralph; run, Ralph; run for thy life, boy; Jasper comes, Jasper comes! _Jasp._ Come, Luce, we must have other arms for you. Humphrey and Golden Pestle, both adieu. [_Exeunt._ _Wife._ Sure the devil, God bless us, is in this springald; why, George, didst ever see such a fire-drake? I am afraid my boy's miscarried; if he be, though he were Master Merry-thought's son a thousand times, if there be any law in England, I'll make some of them smart for't. _Cit._ No, no, I have found out the matter, sweetheart. 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 vexed, for it shall be so. _Enter_ RALPH, SQUIRE, DWARF, MISTRESS 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 lunges 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'er come in my shop more. _Mist. Mer._ Truly, Master Knight of the Burning Pestle, I am weary.