Francis Beaumont

“ For there have been great wars 'twixt us and you; But truly, Ralph, it was not 'long of me. Tell me then, Ralph, could you contented be To wear a lady's favour in your shield? Ralph: I am a knight of a religious order,
And I will not wear a favour of a lady That trusts in an Antichrist and false traditions. Citizen: Well said, Ralph! Convert her, if thou canst.
Ralph: Besides, I have a lady of my own
In merry England, for whose virtuous sake I took these arms; and Susan is her name, A cobbler's maid in Milk Street; whom I vow Ne'er to forsake whilst life and Pestle last. ”

“ Who can sing a merrier note Than he that cannot change a groat? Not a denier left, and yet my heart leaps: I do wonder yet, as old as I am, that any man will follow a trade, or serve, that may sing and laugh, and walk the streets. ”

“ Unhappy I, that ne'er shall see the day To see thee more, that bear'st my heart away! Ralph: Lady, farewell; I needs must take my leave.
Pompiona: Hard-hearted Ralph, that ladies dost deceive!
Citizen: Hark thee, Ralph: there's money for thee
[He gives the bag of money to Ralph.] ; give something in the King of Cracovia's house; be not beholding to him.] Ralph: Lady, before I go, I must remember
Your father's officers, who truth to tell, Have been about me very diligent: Hold up thy snowy hand, thou princely maid! [Giving her the money.] There's twelve-pence for your father's chamberlain ”

“ Let not your anger, good sir, outlive me, but suffer me to rest in 80
peace with your forgiveness: let my body (if a dying man may so much prevail with you) be brought to your daughter, that she may truly know my hot flames are now buried, and withal receive a testimony of the zeal I bore her virtue. Farewell for ever, and be ever happy! Jasper. God's hand is great in this: I do forgive him; Yet I am glad he's quiet, where I hope He will not bite again.—Boy, bring the body, 90
And let him have his will, if that be all. Boy. 'Tis here without, sir. ”

“ For I am locked up here, and watched at all hours, That 'tis impossible for me to scape. Jasp. Nothing more possible. Within this coffin
Do you convey yourself: let me alone, I have the wits of twenty men about me; Only I crave the shelter of your closet A little, and then fear me not. Creep in, That they may presently convey you hence: Fear nothing, dearest love ”

“ I pray you, what was Sir Dagonet? was not he prentice to a grocer in London? Read the play of "The Four Prentices of London," where they toss their pikes so. I pray you, fetch him in, sir, fetch him in. 60
Boy. It shall be done.—It is not our fault, gentlemen. [Exit.
Wife. Now we shall see fine doings, I warrant ye,
George.]
Scene II.
[ [ [A Hall in the King of Moldavia's Court.] |] ]
[ [ [Enter the Princess Pompiona of Moldavia, Ralph, Tim, and George with his wife.] |] ]
Wife: Oh, here they come! How prettily the King of Cracovia's daughter is dressed! ”

“ Luce lies down in the Coffin, and Jasper covers her with the cloth.
Lie close: so; all goes well yet.—Boy! Re-enter Boy and Men.
Boy. At hand, sir.
Jasp. Convey away the coffin, and be wary.
Boy. 'Tis done already. ”

“ Sir, if you will imagine all this to be done
already, you shall hear them talk together; but we cannot present a house covered with black 50
velvet, and a lady in beaten gold. Cit. Sir boy, let's ha't as you can, then.
Boy. Besides, it will show ill-favouredly to have a
grocer's prentice to court a king's daughter. Cit. Will it so, sir? you are well read in histories! ”