And I, faint knight, to ease my weary limbs,
Light at this cave, when straight this furious fiend,
With sharpest instrument of purest steel,
Did cut the gristle of my nose away,
And in the place this velvet plaster stands.
Relieve me, gentle knight, out of his hands.
Wife. Good Ralph, relieve Sir Partle, and send him away, for in truth his breath stinks.
Ralph. Convey him straight after the other knight. Sir Partle, fare you well.
3rd Knight. Kind sir, good night. [Exit.
[Cries within.