_Ralph._ Run, squire and dwarf, deliver them with speed. [_Exeunt_ SQUIRE _and_ DWARF. _Wife._ But will not Ralph kill this giant? Surely I am afraid if he let him go he will do as much hurt as ever he did. _Cit._ Not so, mouse, neither, if he could convert him. _Wife._ Ay, George, if he could convert him; but a giant is not so soon converted as one of us ordinary people. There's a pretty tale of a witch, that had the devil's mark about her, God bless us, that had a giant 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 diet bread and drink_. _Cit._ Peace, Nell, here come the prisoners. _Dwarf._ Here be these pined wretches, manful knight, That for these six weeks have not seen a wight. _Ralph._ 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 Cupid's fiery shaft, And fell in love with this my lady dear, And stole her from her friends in Turnball Street, And bore her up and down from town to town, Where we did eat and drink, and music hear; 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 diet been, Together with a rib cut from a neck Of burned mutton; hard hath been our fare. Release us from this ugly giant's snare. _Man._ This hath been all the food we have receiv'd; But only twice a day, for novelty, He gave a spoonful of this hearty broth [_Pulls out a syringe._ To each of us, through this same slender quill. _Ralph._ From this infernal monster you shall go, That useth knights and gentle ladies so. Convey them hence. [_Exeunt Man and Woman._ _Cit._ Mouse, I can tell thee, the gentlemen like Ralph. _Wife._ Ay, George, I see it well enough. Gentlemen, I thank you all heartily for gracing my man Ralph, and I promise you, you shall see him oftener. _Bar._ Mercy, great knight, I do recant my ill, And henceforth never gentle blood will spill. _Ralph._ I give thee mercy, but yet thou shalt swear Upon my burning pestle to perform Thy promise utter'd. _Bar._ I swear and kiss. _Ralph._ Depart then, and amend. Come, squire and dwarf, the sun grows towards his set, And we have many more adventures yet. [_Exeunt._ _Cit._ Now Ralph is in this humour, I know he would ha' beaten all the boys in the house, if they had been set on him.