Enter Ralph and Dwarf.
Ralph. Comes not Sir Squire again?
Dwarf. Right courteous knight,
Your squire doth come, and with him comes the lady
Fair, and the squire of damsels, as I take it.
Enter Mistress Merry-thought, Michael, and Squire.
Ralph. Madam, if any service or devoir
Of a poor errant knight may right your wrongs,
Command it. I am prest to give you succour,
For to that holy end I bear my armour.