Cit. What shall we have Ralph do now, boy?
Boy. You shall have what you will, sir.
Cit. Why so, sir, go and fetch me him then, and let the Sophy of Persia come and christen him a child.
Boy. Believe me, sir, that will not do so well; 'tis stale, it has been had before at the Red Bull.
Wife. George, let Ralph travel over great hills, and let him be weary, and come to the King of Cracovia's house, covered with black velvet, and there let the king's daughter stand in her window all in beaten gold, combing her golden locks with a comb of ivory, and let her spy Ralph, and fall in love with him, and come down to him, and carry him into her father's house, and then let Ralph talk with her.
Cit. Well said, Nell, it shall be so. Boy, let's ha't done quickly.
Boy. Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done already, you shall hear them talk together. But we cannot present a house covered with black velvet, and a lady in beaten gold.
Cit. Sir Boy, let's ha't as you can then.
Boy. Besides, it will show ill-favouredly to have a grocer's prentice to court a king's daughter.
Cit. Will it so, sir? You are well read in histories: I pray you what was Sir Dagonet? Was not he prentice to a grocer in London? Read the play of the "Four Prentices of London," where they toss their pikes so. I pray you fetch him in, sir; fetch him in.