Cit. Do Ralph, do.
Ralph. By heaven
(Methinks) it were an easie leap
To pluck bright honor from the pale-fac'd Moon,
Or dive into the bottom of the Sea,
Where never fathome line toucht any ground,
And pluck up drowned honor
From the lake of Hell.
Cit. How say you Gentlemen,
Is it not as I told you?
Wife. Nay Gentlemen,
He hath plaid before, my husband says, Musidorus
Before the Wardens of our company.
Cit. I, and he should have plaid Jeronimo
With a shoo-maker 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 Grocer[y] in their kind,
If thou lov'st me.
Wife. I warrant our Ralph will look finely,
When he's drest.
Pro. But what will you have it call'd?