Wife. Come hither master Humphrey, has he hurt you? now beshrew his fingers for't, here Sweet-heart, here's some Green Ginger for thee, now beshrew my heart, but a has Pepper-nel in's head, as big as a Pullets egg: alas, sweet Lamb, how thy Temples beat; take the peace on him sweet heart, 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. I 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 any thing fall out of order, the Gentlemen must pardon us.
Cit. Go your ways good-man boy, I'll hold him a penny he shall have his belly full of fighting now, ho here comes Ralph, no more.
Enter Ralph, Mist. Merry, 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.