_1. Kni._ I am a Knight that took my journey post Northward from _London_, and in courteous wise, This Gyant train'd me to his [loathsome] den, Under pretence of killing of the itch, And all my body with a powder strew'd, That smarts and stings, and cut away my beard, And my curl'd locks wherein were Ribands ty'de, And with a water washt my tender eyes, Whilst up and down about me still he skipt, Whose virtue is, that till my eyes be wip't With a dry cloth, for this my foul disgrace, I shall not dare to look a dog i'th' face. _Wife._ Alass poor Knight, relieve him _Rafe_, relieve poor Knights whilst you live. _Rafe._ My trusty Squire convey him to the Town, Where he may find relief, adieu fair Knight. [_Exit Knight._ _Enter Dwarf leading one with a patch o'er his Nose._ _Dwar._ Puissant Knight of the _burning Pestle_ height, See here another wretch, whom this foul beast Hath scorcht and scor'd in this inhumane wise. _Rafe._ Speak me thy name, and eke thy place of birth, And what hath been thy usage in this Cave. _2. Knight._ I am a Knight, Sir _Pock-hole_ is my name, And by my birth I am a _Londoner_, Free by my Copy, but my Ancestors Were _Frenchmen_ all, and riding hard this way, Upon a trotting horse my bones did ake, And I faint Knight to ease my weary limbes, Light at this Cave, when straight this furious fiend, With sharpest instrument of purest steel, Did cut the gristle of my Nose away, And in the place this velvet plaster stands, Relieve me gentle Knight out of his hands. _Wife._ Good _Rafe_ relieve Sir _Pockhole_, and send him away, for in truth his breath stinks. _Rafe._ Convey him straight after the other Knight: Sir _Pockhole_ fare you well. _[2]. Knight._ Kind Sir goodnight. [_Exit._ [_Cryes within._ _Man._ Deliver us. _Woman._ Deliver us. _Wife._ Harke _George_, what a woful cry there is, I think some woman lyes in there. _Man._ Deliver us. _Woman._ Deliver us. _Rafe._ What gastly noise is this? speak _Barbaroso_ Or by this blazing steel thy head goes off. _Barb._ Prisoners of mine, whom I in diet keep, Send lower down into the Cave, And in a Tub that's heated smoaking hot, There may they find them and deliver them. _Rafe._ Run Squire and Dwarf, deliver them with speed. _Exeunt Squire and Dwarf._ _Wife._ But will not _Raf[e]_ kill this Giant, surely I am afraid if he let him go he will do as much hurt, as ever he did. _Citizen._ Not so Mouse neither, if he could convert him.