_Wife._ Faith and that Dutchman was a goodly man, if all things were answerable to his bigness: and yet they say there was a Scottishman higher than he, and that they two and a Knight met, and saw one another for nothing: but of all the sights that ever were in _London_, since I was married, methinks the little child that was so fair grown about the members, was the prettiest, that and the _Hermaphrodite_. _Cit._ Nay, by your leave _Nil_, _Ninivie_ was better. _Wife. Ninivie_, O that was the story of _Jone_ and the wall, was it not _George_? _Cit._ Yes lamb. [_Enter Mistris Merry-t[hou]ght._ _Wife._ Look _George_, here comes Mistris _Merry-though[t]_ [ag]ain, and I would have _Rafe_ come and fight with the Gyant, I tell you true I long to see't. _Cit._ Good Mistriss _Merri-thought_ be [g]one, I pray you for my sake, I pray you forbear a little, you shall have audience presently, I have a little business. _Wife._ Mistris _Merri-thought_, if it please you to refrain your passion a little, till _Rafe_ have dispatcht the Giant out of the way, we shall think our selves much bound to thank you: I thank you good Mistris _Merri-thought_. [_Exit Mist. Merry-thought._ _Enter a Boy._ _Cit._ Boy, come hither, send away _Rafe_ and this whoreson Giant quickly. _Boy._ In good faith sir we cannot, you'l utterly spoil our Play, and make it to be hist, and it cost money, you will not suffer us to go on with our plots, I pray Gentlemen rule him. _Cit._ Let him come now and dispatch this, and I'll trouble you no more. _Boy._ Will you give me your hand of that? _Wife._ Give him thy hand _George_, do, and I'll kiss him, I warrant thee the youth means plainly. _Boy._ I'll send him to you presently. [_Exit Boy._ _Wife._ I thank you little youth, feth the child hath a sweet breath _George_, but I think it be troubled with the Worms, _Carduus Benedictus_ and Mares milk were the only thing in the world for't. O _Rafe_'s here _George_; God send thee good luck _Rafe_. _Enter_ Rafe, Host, Squire, _and_ Dwarf. _Host._ Puissant Knight yonder his Mansion is, Lo, where the Spear and Copper Bason are, Behold the string on which hangs many a tooth, Drawn from the gentle jaw of wandring Knights, I dare not stay to sound, he will appear. [_Exit Host._ _Rafe._ O faint not heart, _Susan_ my Lady dear: The Coblers Maid in Milkstreet, for whose sake, I take these Arms, O let the thought of thee, Carry thy Knight through all adventurous deeds, And in the honor of thy beauteous self, May I destroy this monster _Barbaroso_, Knock Squire upon the Bason till it break [_Enter Barba._ With the shrill strokes, or till the Giant spake.