If thou recall not thy uncourteous terms.
Wife. Break his pate, Ralph; break his pate, Ralph, soundly.
Jasp. Come, knight, I'm ready for you, now your pestle
[Snatches away his pestle.
Shall try what temper, sir, your mortar's of;
With that he stood upright in his stirrups,
And gave the knight of the calves-skin such a knock,
That he forsook his horse, and down he fell,
And then he leaped upon him, and plucking off his helmet——
Hum. Nay, an' my noble knight be down so soon,