Wife. How do you Ralph? you are welcome Ralph, as I may say, it' a good boy, hold up thy head, and be not afraid, we are thy friends, Ralph, the Gentlemen will praise thee Ralph, if thou plai'st thy part with audacity, begin Ralph a Gods name.
Ralph. My trusty Squire unlace my Helme, give me my hat, where are we, or what desart might this be?
Dw. Mirror of Knig[h]thood, this is, as I take it, the perilous Waltham Down; in whose bottom stands the inchanted Valley.
Mist. Mer. Oh Michael, we are betraid, we are betraid, here be Giants, flie boy, flie boy flie.
[Exeunt Mother and Michael.
Ralph. Lace on my Helme again: what noise is this?
A gentle Lady flying the embrace
Of some uncourteous Knight, I will relieve her.
Go Squire, and say, the Knight that wears this Pestle
In honour of all Ladies swears revenge
Upon that recreant Coward that pursues her,
Goe comfort her, and that same gentle Squire
That bears her company.
Squ. I go brave Knight.
Ralph. My trusty Dwarf and friend, reach me my shield,
And hold it while I swear, first by my Knighthood,
Then by the soul of Amadis de Gaule,
My famous Ancestor, then by my Sword,
The beauteous Brionella girt about me,
By this bright burning Pestle of mine honor,
The living Trophie, and by all respect
Due to distressed Damsels, here I vow
Never to end the quest of this fair Lady,
And that forsaken Squire, till by my valour
I gain their liberty.
Dw. Heaven bless the Knight
That thus relieves poor errant Gentlewomen. [Exit.
Wife. I marry Ralph, this has some savour in't, I would see the proudest of them all offer to carry his Books after him. But George, I will not have him go away so soon, I shall be sick if he go away, that I shall; call Ralph again George, call Ralph again, I prethee sweetheart let him come fight before me, and let's ha some Drums, and Trumpets, and let him kill all that comes near him, and thou lov'st me George.