Francis Beaumont

“ My trusty squire, unlace my helm: give me my hat. Where are we, or what desert may this be? George.
Mirror of knighthood, this is, as I take it, the perilous Waltham-down; in whose bottom stands the enchanted valley. Mist. Mer.
Oh, Michael, we are betrayed, we are betrayed! here be giants! Fly, boy! fly, boy, fly! ”

“ I would have Ralph, George; I’ll see no more else, indeed, la; and I pray you, let the youths understand so much by word of mouth; for, I tell you truly, I’m afraid o’ my boy. Come, come, George, let’s be merry and wise: the child’s a fatherless child ”

“ I have but one horse, on which shall ride This fair lady behind me, and before This courteous squire: fortune will give us more Upon our next adventure. Fairly speed Beside us, squire and dwarf, to do us need! ”