Enter Mistress Merry-thought, Ralph, Michael, Squire, Dwarf, Host, and a Tapster.
Wife. O Ralph, how dost thou, Ralph? How hast thou slept to-night? Has the knight used thee well?
Cit. Peace, Nell, let Ralph alone.
Tap. Master, the reckoning is not paid.
Ralph. Right courteous Knight, who for the orders' sake
Which thou hast ta'en, hang'st out the holy Bell,
As I this flaming pestle bear about,
We render thanks to your puissant self,
Your beauteous lady, and your gentle squires,
For thus refreshing of our wearied limbs,