Wife. That same dwarf's a pretty boy, but the squire's a grout-nold.
Ralph. Knock at the gates, my squire, with stately lance.
Enter Tapster.
Tap. Who's there, you're welcome, gentlemen; will you see a room?
Dwarf. 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
Of this fair lady's casket and wrought purse,
Losing myself in this vast wilderness,
Am to this castle well by fortune brought,