Who will our palfreys slick with wisps of straw, Ralph. Knock at the gates, my squire, with Enter Tapster. Tap. Who's there?-You're welcome, gentlemen! Will you see a room? Geo. Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, this is the Squire Tapstero. Ralph. Fair Squire Tapstero! I, a wandering knight, Hight of the Burning Pestle, in the quest 'Cit. What is it, Nell? 'Wife. Why, George, shall Ralph beat nobody again? Prythee, sweetheart, let him! Cit. So he shall, Nell; and if I join with him, we'll knock them all.' Wife. Oh, George, here's Master Humphrey again now, that lost Mistress Luce; and Mistress Luce's father. Master Humphrey will do somebody's errand, I warrant him.' Hum. Father, it's true, in arms I ne'er shall clasp her, For she is stol'n away by your man Jasper. Wife. I thought he would tell him.' Vent. Unhappy that I am, to lose my child! Now I begin to think on Jasper's words, Who oft hath urged to me thy foolishness: Why didst thou let her go? Thou lovest her not, That wouldst bring home thy life, and not bring her. Hum. Father, forgive me; shall I tell you true? Look on my shoulders, they are black and blue: Whilst to and fro fair Luce and I were winding, He came and basted me with a hedge-binding. Vent. 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. Vent. Meantime, I will go talk with Jasper's father. [Exeunt. 'Wife. George, what wilt thou lay with me now, that Master Humphrey has not Mistress 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 Mis 301 ACT II-SCENE V. An Apartment in MERRYTHOUGHT's House. Mer. [Sings.] When it was grown to dark midnight, In came Margaret's grimly ghost, I have money, and meat, and drink, beforehand, till to-morrow at noon. Why should I be sad? Methinks I have half a dozen jovial spirits within me. [Sings.] I am three merry men, and three merry men!'-To what end should any man be sad in this world? Give me a man that when he goes to hanging cries,' Troul2 the black bowl to me!' and a woman that will sing a catch in her travail! I have seen a man come by my door with a serious face, in a black cloak, without a hat-band, carrying his head as if he look'd for pins in the street. I have look'd out of my window half a year after, and have spied that man's head upon London Bridge. never trust a tailor that does not sing at his 'Tis vile; work! his mind on nothing but filching. Godfrey, my tailor, you know, never sings; and 'Wife. Mark this, George; 'tis worth noting: he had fourteen yards to make this gown, and I'll be sworn, Mistress Penistone, the draper's wife, had one made with twelve.' Mer. 'Tis mirth that fills the veins with blood, 44 Or meets with aches 3 in the bone, Or ling'ringly his lungs, consumes; Or catarrhs, or griping stone: But contented lives for aye; The more he laughs, the more he may. George? Is't not a fine old man? Now, God's 'Wife. Look, George; how say'st thou by this, blessing a' thy sweet lips! when wilt thou be so merry, George? 'Faith, thou art the frowning'st little thing, when thou art angry, in a country. Cit. Peace, cony! Thou shalt see him took down too, I warrant thee. Enter VENTERWELS. As you came from Walsingham, There met you not with my true love 1 This stanza is from the ballad of Fair Margaret and Sweet William, in Percy's Reliques. 2 Troul-pass about. 3 aches, pronounced aitches here, as was frequently the case even down to last century. 4 a'-on. Vent. Oh, Master Merrythought, my daughter's gone! This mirth becomes you not; my daughter's gone! Mer. Why, an' if she be, what care I? Vent. Mock not my misery; it is your son (Whom I have made my own, when all forsook him) Has stol'n my only joy, my child, away. Mer. He set her on a milk-white steed, He never turn'd his face again, Vent. Unworthy of the kindness I have shown To thee, and thine; too late, I well perceive Thou art consenting to my daughter's loss. Mer. Your daughter? What a stir's here wi' your daughter? Let her go, think no more on her, but sing loud. If both my sons were on the gallows, I would sing Down, down, down; they fall Vent. Oh, might I behold her once again, And she once more embrace her aged sire! Mer. Fie, how scurvily this goes! 'And she once more embrace her aged sire?' You'll make a dog on her, will ye? She cares much for her aged sire, I warrant you. She cares not for her daddy, nor She cares not for her mammy, for She is my Lord of Lowgave's lassy. Mer. Do; and when you ha' killed him, Give him flowers enow, Palmer, give him flowers enow! Give him red and white, and blue, green, and yellow. Vent. I'll fetch my daughter Mer. I'll hear no more o' your daughter; it spoils my mirth. Vent. I say, I'll fetch my daughter. Mer. Was never man for lady's sake, Down, down, Tormented as I poor Sir Guy, For Lucy's sake, that lady bright, As ever men beheld with eye! De derry down. 'Wife. How dost thou like this, George? 'Cit. Why this is well, cony; but if Ralph were hot once, thou shouldst see more. 'Wife. The fiddlers go again, husband. 'Cit. Ay, Nell; but this is scurvy music. I gave the whoreson gallows-money, and I think he has not got me the waits of Southwark. If I hear 'em not anon, I'll twinge him by the ears.— You musicians, play Baloo! Wife. No, good George; let's ha' Lachrymæ! 'Wife. It's all the better, George. Now, sweet lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth ?2 The confutation of St. Paul? 'Cit. No, lamb; that's Ralph and Lucrece. 1 Baloo-probably alluding to Lady Anne Bothwell's Lament Baloo, my babe, lie still and sleep,' &c. 2 the cloth-i.e. the drop-scene. And frighted with the terror that attends Luce. No, my best friend; cannot either fear I shall become your faithful prisoner, Luce. I cannot sleep; Indeed I cannot, friend. Jasp. Why then we'll sing, And try how that will work upon our senses. Luce. I'll sing, or say, or anything but sleep. Jasp. Come, little mermaid, rob me of my heart With that enchanting voice. Luce. You mock me, Jasper. Keep her, ye powers divine, whilst I contemplate Upon the wealth and beauty of her mind! Though certainly I am certain of her love, Luce! Luce! awake! [Draws. Canst thou imagine I could love his daughter That flung me from my fortune into nothing? Discharged me his service, shut the doors Upon my poverty, and scorn'd my prayers, Sending me, like a boat without a mast, To sink or swim? Come; by this hand, you die! I must have life and blood, to satisfy Wife. Away, George, away! raise the watch at Ludgate, and bring a mittimus from the justice for this desperate villain! Now I charge you, gentlemen, see the king's peace kept! Oh, my heart, what a varlet's this, to offer manslaughter upon the harmless gentlewoman! Cit. I warrant thee, sweetheart, we'll have him hampered.' Luce. Oh, Jasper, be not cruel! If thou wilt kill me, smile, and do it quickly, A weak, weak woman; kill not with thy eyes! And, dying, still I love thee. Enter VENTERWELS, Master HUMPHREY, Vent. Whereabouts? Jasp. No more of this; now to myself again. Hum. There, there he stands, with sword, like martial knight, Drawn in his hand; therefore beware the fight, Jasp. Sirrah, no. Vent. Upon him then! [LUCE is torn from JASPER. 'Wife. So; down with him, down with him, down with him! cut him i' th' leg, boys, cut him i' th' leg!' Vent. Come your ways, minion! I'll provide a cage For you, you're grown so tame. Horse her away! Hum. Truly I am glad your forces have the Never to get again. Oh, me unhappy! Tell me, if thou be'st anywhere remaining, 'Cit. Ay, Cony. [Exit. Wife. Marry, and let him go, sweetheart! By the faith a' my body, a' has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an aspen leaf. Look a' my little finger, George, how it shakes! Now in truth every member of my body is the worse for't. Cit. Come, hug in mine arms, sweet mouse; he shall not fright thee any more. Alas, mine own dear heart, how it quivers!' ACT III.-SCENE II. A Room in the Bell Inn. Enter Mrs. MERRYTHOUGHT, RALPH, MICHAEL, 'Cit. Peace, Nell; let Ralph alone!' Which thou hast ta'en, hang'st out the holy Bell, For comforting our souls with double jug! Host. Thou valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, give ear to me; there is twelve shillings to pay, and, as I am a true knight, I will not bate penny. Wife. George, I pray thee tell me, must Ralph pay twelve shillings now? Cit. No, Nell, no; nothing, but the old knight is merry with Ralph. Wife. Oh, is't nothing else? Ralph will be as merry as he.' Ralph. Sir Knight, this mirth of yours be- But, to requite this liberal courtesy, Host. Fair knight, I thank you for your noble offer; therefore, gentle knight, twelve shillings you must pay, or I must cap1 you. 'Wife. Look, George! did not I tell thee as much? the Knight of the Bell is in earnest. Ralph shall not be beholding to him. Give him his money, George, and let him go snick up." 'Cit. Cap Ralph? No, hold your hand, Sir Knight of the Bell! There's your money; have you anything to say to Ralph now? Cap Ralph? Wife. I would you should know it, Ralph has friends that will not suffer him to be capt for ten times so much, and ten times to the end of that. Now take thy course, Ralph!' Mrs. Mer. Come, Michael; thou and I will go home to thy father; he hath enough left to keep us a day or two, and we'll set fellows abroad to cry our purse and our casket. Shall we, Michael? Mich. Ay, I pray, mother; in truth my feet are full of chilblains with travelling. Wife. 'Faith, and those chilblains are a foul trouble. Mistress Merrythought, when your youth comes home, let him rub all the soles of his feet, and his heels, and his ankles, with a mouse-skin; or, if none of your people can catch a mouse, when he goes to bed, let him roll his feet in the warm embers, and I warrant you he shall be well; and you may make him put his fingers between his toes, and smell to them; it's very sovereign for his head, if he be costive.' Mrs. Mer. Master Knight of the Burning Pestle, my son Michael and I bid you farewell. I thank your worship heartily for your kind ness. Ralph. Farewell, fair lady, and your tender squire! If pricking through these deserts, I do hear I will despoil him of them, and restore them. And now farewell, you Knight of holy Bell! 'Cit. Ay, ay, Ralph, all is paid.' Ralph. But yet, before I go, speak, worthy knight, If aught you do of sad adventures know, win For here I vow upon my blazing badge, At the north end of this distressed town, Ralph. In God's name, I will fight with him! Go but before me to this dismal cave Host. Brave-sprighted knight, thus far I will perform This your request; I'll bring you within sight Of this most loathsome place, inhabited By a more loathsome man; but dare not stay. For this main force swoops all he sees away. Ralph. Saint George! Set on; before march squire and page! [Exeunt. Wife. George, dost think Ralph will confound the giant? Cit. I hold my cap to a farthing he does. Why, Nell, I saw him wrestle with the great Dutchman, and hurl him. Wife. 'Faith and that Dutchman was a goodly man, if all things were answerable to his bigness. And yet they say there was a Scotchman higher than he, and that they two on a night met, and saw one another for nothing. But of all the sights that ever were in London, since I was married, methinks the little child that was so fair grown about the members was the prettiest; that and the hermaphrodite. · Cit. Nay, by your leave, Nell, Ninivie was better. 'Cit. Boy, come hither; send away Ralph and this whoreson giant quickly. 'Boy. In good faith, sir, we cannot. You'll utterly spoil our play, and make it to be hissed; and it cost money; you will not suffer us to go on with our plot. I pray, gentlemen, rule him! Cit. Let him come now and despatch this, and I'll trouble you no more. 'Boy. Will you give me your hand of that? Wife. Give him thy hand, George, do; and I'll kiss him. I warrant thee the youth means plainly. 'Boy. I'll send him to you presently. [Exit Boy. Wife. I thank you, little youth. Faith, the child hath a sweet breath, George; but I think it be troubled with the worms; Carduus Benedictus and mare's milk were the only thing in the world God send for't. Oh, Ralph's here, George! thee good luck, Ralph!' ACT III-SCENE IV. Before a Barber's Shop in Waltham. Enter RALPH, HOST, TIM, and GEORGE. The cobbler's maid in Milk-street, for whose sake 'Wife. Oh, George, the giant, the giant! Now, Bar. What fond, unknowing wight is this that So rudely knock at Barbaroso's cell, Prepare thyself: this is the dismal hour This fond reproach. Thy body will I bang; [They fight. And lo! upon that string thy teeth shall hang. Cit. Falsify a blow, Ralph, falsify a blow! The Wife. Bear't off, bear't off still. There, boy. Ralph. Susan, inspire me! Now have up again. [RALPH knocks down the Barber. Wife. There, boy! kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, Ralph! Cit. No, Ralph; get all out of him first.' Ralph. Presumptuous man! see to what desperate end Thy treachery hath brought thee. The just gods, To knights and ladies, now have paid thee home, Ralph. Go, squire and dwarf, search in this [Exeunt TIM and GEORGE. And free the wretched prisoners from their bonds. Bar. I crave for mercy, as thou art a knight, And scorn'st to spill the blood of those that beg. Ralph. Thou show'd'st no mercy, nor shalt thou have any: Prepare thyself, for thou shalt surely die. Wife. This is the first wise word I heard the squire speak.' Ralph. Speak what thou art, and how thou hast been used, That I may give him condign punishment. 1 Knight. I am a knight that took my journey Northward from London; and, in courteous wise, U |