_Wife._ Marry and let him go (sweet heart) by the faith a my body a has put me into such a fright, that I tremble (as they say) as 'twere an Aspine leaf: look a my little finger _George_, how it shakes: now in truth every member of my body is the worse for't.
_Cit._ Come, hug in mine arms sweet Mouse, he shall not fright thee any more: alass mine own dear heart how it quivers.
_Enter_ Mistris Merry-thought, Rafe, Michael, Squire, Dwar[f]e, Host, _and a_ Tapster.
_Wife._ O _Rafe_, how dost thou _Rafe_? how hast thou slept to night? has the Knight us'd thee well?
_Tapst._ Master, the reckoning is not paid.
_Rafe._ Right courteous Knight, who for the orders sake Which thou hast tane, 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, Stifned with hard atchievements in wild Desart.
_Tapst._ Sir, there is twelve shillings to pay.
_Rafe._ Thou merry Squire _Tapstero_, thanks to thee, For comforting our souls with double Jug, And if adventurous Fortune prick thee forth, Thou jovial Squire, to follow feats of Arms, Take heed thou tender every Ladies cause, Every true Knight, and every Damsel fair But spill the blood of treacherous _Sarazens_, And false inchanters, that with Magick spels, Have done to death full many a noble Knight.
_Host._ Thou valiant Knight of the _burning Pestle_, give ear to me, there is twelve shillings to pay, and as I am a true Knight, I will not bate a penny.
_Wife. George_, I prethee tell me, must _Rafe_ pay twelve shillings now?
_Cit._ No, _Nel_, no, nothing but the old Knight is merry with _Rafe_.
_Wife._ O is't nothing else? _Rafe_ will be as merry as he.
_Rafe._ Sir Knight, this mirth of yours becomes you well, But to requite this liberal courtesie, If any of your Squires will follow Arms, He shall receive from my Heroick hand A Knig[h]thood, by the virtue of this Pestle.
_Host._ Fair Knight, I thank you for your noble offer, Therefore gentle Knight, Twelve shillings you must pay, or I must cap you.
_Wife._ Look _George_, did not I tell thee as much, the Knight of the _Bell_ is in earnest, _Rafe_ shall not be beholding to him, give him his money _George_, and let him go snick up.