_Wife._ I _George_, if he could convert him; but a Gyant is not so soon converted as one of us ordinary people. There's a pretty tale of a Witch, that had the Divels mark about her, God bless us, that had a Gyant to her son, that was call'd _Lob-lie-by-the-fire_, didst never hear it _George_. _Enter Squire leading a man with a glass of Lotion in his hand,_ _and the Dwarf leading a woman, with Dyet-bread and Drink._ _Cit._ Peace _Nell_, here comes the prisoners. _Dwar._ Here be these pined wretches, manfull Knight, That for this six weeks have not seen a wight. _Raph._ Deliver what you are, and how you came To this sad Cave, and what your usage was? _Man._ I am an errant Knight that followed Arms, With spear and shield, and in my tender years I strucken was with _Cupids_ fiery shaft, And fell in love with this my Lady dear, And stole her from her friends in Turne-ball street, And bore her up and down from Town to Town, Where we did eat and drink and Musick he[a]re; Till at the length at this unhappy Town We did arrive, and coming to this Cave, This beast us caught, and put us in a Tub, Where we this two months sweat, and should have done Another Month if you had not relieved us. _Wom._ This bread and water hath our dyet been, Together with a rib cut from a neck Of burned Mutton, hard hath been our fare, Release us from this ugly Gyants snare. _Man._ This hath been [all] the food we have receiv'd, But only twice a day for novelty, He gave a spoonful of his hearty broth [_Pulls out a siringe._ To each of us, through this same [sl]ender quill. _Raph._ From this infernall Monster you shall go, That useth Knights and gentle Ladies so. Convey them hence. [_Exeunt man and woman._ _Cit._ Cunny, I can tell thee the Gentlem[e]n like _Rafe_. _Wife._ I _George_, I see it well enough. Gentlemen I thank you all heartily for gracing my man _Raph_, and I promise you, you shall see him oftner. _Bar._ Mercy great Knight, I do recant my ill, And henceforth never gentle blood will spill. _Raph._ I give thee mercy, but yet thou shalt swear Upon my burning Pestle to perform Thy promise utter'd. _Bar._ I swear and kiss. _Raph._ Depart then and amend. Come Sq[u]ire and Dwarf, the Sun grows towards his set, And we have many more adventures yet. [_Exeunt._ _Cit._ Now _Raph_ is in this humor, I know he would ha beaten all the boys in the house, if they had been set on him. _Wife._ I _George_, but it is well as it is: I warrant you the gentlemen do consider what it is to overthrow a Gyant: but look _George_, here comes Mistriss _Merri-thought_, and her son _Michael_, now you are welcome Mistris _Merri-thought_, now _Raph_ has done you may go on.