Cit. Why this is it, bird.
Wife. Is't? All the better, George; now, sweet lamb, what story is that painted upon the cloth? the Confutation of Saint Paul?
Cit. No, lamb, that's Ralph and Lucrece.
Wife. Ralph and Lucrece? Which Ralph? our Ralph?
Cit. No, mouse, that was a Tartarian.
Wife. A Tartarian? well, I would the fiddlers had done, that we might see our Ralph again.
ACT III.—Scene I.
Enter Jasper and Luce.
Jasp. Come, my dear dear, though we have lost our way