Hum. Sir, I am no Knight,
But a poor Gentleman, that this same night,
Had stoln from me on yonder Green,
My lovely Wife, and suffered to be seen
Yet extant on my shoulder such a greeting,
That whilst I live, I shall think of that meeting.
Wife. I Ralph, he beat him unmercifully, Ralph, and thou spar'st him Ralph, I would thou wert hang'd.
Cit. No more, wife, no more.
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,
Enter Jasper and Luce.
And the rich Casket till some better leisure.
Hum. Here comes the Broker hath purloin'd 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 Knights arms.
If he deny, bid him take choice of ground,
And so defie him.
Squire. From the Knight that bears
The Golden Pestle, I defie thee Knight,
Unless thou make fair restitution
Of that bright Lady.