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Portrait of Francis Beaumont Francis Beaumont The Knight of the Burning Pestle…

I’faith, and Ralph told him on’t before: all the gentlemen heard him.—Did he not, gentlemen? did not Ralph tell him on’t?
George.
Right courteous and valiant Knight of the Burning Pestle, here is a distressed damsel to have a halfpenny-worth of pepper. Wife.
That’s a good boy! see, the little boy can hit it; by my troth, it’s a fine child. Ralph.
Relieve her, with all courteous language. Now shut up shop; no more my prentices, but my trusty squire and dwarf. I must bespeak my shield and arming pestle.
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Portrait of Francis Beaumont Francis Beaumont The Knight of the Burning Pestle…

Hold thy tongue.--On, Ralph! Ralph.
And certainly those knights are much to be commended, who, neglecting their possessions, wander with a squire and a dwarf through the deserts to relieve poor ladies. Wife.
Ay, by my faith, are they, Ralph; let ’em say what they will, they are indeed. Our knights neglect their possessions well enough, but they do not the rest. Ralph.
There are no such courteous and fair well-spoken knights in this age: they will call one “the son of a whore,” that Palmerin of England would have called “fair sir;”
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Portrait of Francis Beaumont Francis Beaumont The Knight of the Burning Pestle…

Come, sir, she’s yours; upon my faith, she’s yours; You have my hand: for other idle lets Between your hopes and her, thus with a wind They are scattered and no more. My wanton prentice, That like a bladder blew himself with love, I have let out, and sent him to discover New masters yet unknown. Hum.
I thank you, sir, Indeed, I thank you, sir
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