_Ralph._ In God's name, I will fight with him, kind sir. Go but before me to this dismal cave Where this huge giant Barbaroso dwells, And by that virtue that brave Rosiclere, That wicked brood of ugly giants slew, And Palmerin Frannarco overthrew: I doubt not but to curb this traitor foul, And to the devil send his guilty soul. _Host._ Brave sprighted knight, thus far I will perform This your request, I'll bring you within sight Of this most loathsome place, inhabited By a more loathsome man: but dare not stay, For his main force swoops all he sees away. _Ralph._ Saint George! set on, before march squire and page. [_Exeunt._ _Wife._ George, dost think Ralph will confound the giant? _Cit._ I hold my cap to a farthing he does. Why, Nell, I saw him wrestle with the great Dutchman, and hurl him. _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 on a night met, and saw one another for nothing. _Cit._ Nay, by your leave, Nell, Ninivie was better. _Wife._ Ninivie, O that was the story of Joan and the Wall, was it not, George? _Cit._ Yes, lamb. _Enter_ MISTRESS MERRY-THOUGHT. _Wife._ Look, George, here comes Mistress Merry-thought again, and I would have Ralph come and fight with the giant. I tell you true, I long to see't. _Cit._ Good Mistress Merry-thought, be gone, I pray you for my sake; I pray you forbear a little, you shall have audience presently: I have a little business. _Wife._ Mistress Merry-thought, if it please you to refrain your passion a little, till Ralph have dispatched the giant out of the way, we shall think ourselves much bound to thank you. I thank you, good Mistress Merry-thought. [_Exit_ MISTRESS MERRY-THOUGHT. _Enter a_ BOY. _Cit._ Boy, come hither, send away Ralph and this master giant quickly. _Boy._ In good faith, sir, we cannot; you'll utterly spoil our play, and make it to be hissed, 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; faith the child hath a sweet breath. George, but I think it be troubled with the worms; Carduus Benedictus and mare's milk were the only thing in the world for it. Oh, Ralph's here, George! God send thee good luck, Ralph! _Enter_ RALPH, HOST, SQUIRE _and_ DWARF.