_Hum._ Stay Nymph, stay, I have a double Gelding coloured bay, Sprung by his Father from _Barbarian_ kind, Another for my self, though somewhat blind, Yet true as trusty tree.
_Luce._ I am satisfied, And so I give my hand, our course must lie Through _Waltham_ Forrest, where I have a friend Will entertain us, so farewel Sir _Humphrey_. [_Exit_ Luce. And think upon your business.
_Hum._ Though I die, I am resolv'd to venture life and lim, For one so young, so fair, so kind, so trim. [_Exit_ Hum.
_Wife._ By my faith and troth _George_, and as I am virtuous, it is e'n the kindest young man that ever trode on shooe-leather: well, go thy waies, if thou hast her not, 'tis not thy fault 'ifaith.
_Cit._ I prethee Mouse be patient, a shall have her, or I'll make some of 'em smoak for't.
_Wife._ Thats my good lamb _George_, fie, this stinking Tobacco kills men, would there were none in _England_: now I pray Gentlemen, what good does this stinking Tobacco do you? nothing; I warrant you make chimneys a your faces: Oh Husband, Husband, now, now there's _Ralph_, there's _Ralph_.
_Enter_ Ralph, _like a Groc[e]r in's shop, with_ _two Prentices, reading_ Palmerin _of_ England.
_Cit._ Peace fool, let _Ralph_ alone, hark you _Ralph_; do not strain your self too much at the first, peace, begin _Ralph_.
_Ralph._ Then _Palmerin_ and _Trineus_ snatching their Lances from their Dwarfs, and clasping their Helmets, gallopt amain after the Giant, and _Palmerin_ having gotten a sight of him, came posting amain, saying, Stay traiterous thief, for thou maist not so carry away her, that is worth the greatest Lord in the World, and with these words gave him a blow on the Shoulder, that he struck him besides his Elephant; and _Trineus_ coming to the Knight that had _Agricola_ behind him, set him soon besides his horse, with his neck broken in the fall, so that the Princess getting out of the throng, between joy and grief said: All happy Knight, the mirror of all such as follow Arms, now may I be well assured of the love thou bearest me, I wonder why the Kings do not raise an Army of fourteen or fifteen hundred thousand men, as big as the Army that the Prince of _Portigo_ brought against _Rocicler_, and destroy these Giants, they do much hurt to wandring Damsels, that go in quest of their Knights.