Feth. Oh, I hear a Noise, dear _Harlequin_ secure me; if I am discover’d I am undone—hold, hold—here’s a Door— [They both go in. Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers the _She-Giant_ asleep in a great Chair. Enter _Fetherfool_ and _Harlequin_. Feth. Hah—my Lady Monster! have I to avoid _Scylla_ run upon _Carybdis?_—hah, she sleeps; now wou’d some magnanimous Lover make good Use of this Opportunity, take Fortune by the Fore-lock, put her to’t, and make sure Work—but Egad, he must have a better Heart, or a better Mistress than I. Harl. Try your Strength, I’ll be civil and leave you. [In _Italian_ he still speaks. Feth. Excuse me, Seignior, I should crackle like a wicker Bottle in her Arms—no, Seignior, there’s no venturing without a Grate between us: the Devil wou’d not give her due Benevolence—No, when I’m marry’d, I’ll e’en show her a fair pair of Heels, her Portion will pay Postage 201 —But what if the Giant should carry her? that’s to be fear’d, then I have cock’d and drest, and fed, and ventur’d all this while for nothing. Harl. Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou’d make sure of something, see how rich she is in Gems. Feth. Right, as thou say’st, I ought to make sure of something, and she is rich in Gems: How amiable looks that Neck with that delicious row of Pearls about it. Harl. She sleeps. Feth. Ay, she sleeps as ’twere her last. What if I made bold to unrig her? So if I miss the Lady, I have at least my Charges paid: what vigorous Lover can resist her Charms?— [Looks on her. But shou’d she wake and miss it, and find it about me, I shou’d be hang’d— [Turns away. —So then, I lose my Lady too—but Flesh and Blood cannot resist—What if I left the Town? then I lose my Lady still; and who wou’d lose a Hog for the rest of the Proverb?—And yet a Bird in Hand, Friend _Nicholas_—Yet sweet Meat may have sour Sauce—And yet refuse when Fortune offers—Yet Honesty’s a Jewel—But a Pox upon Pride, when Folks go naked— Harl. Well said. [Incouraging him by Signs. Feth. Ay—I’ll do’t—but what Remedy now against Discovery and Restitution? Harl. Oh, Sir, take no care, you shall—swallow ’em. Feth. How, swallow ’em! I shall ne’er be able to do’t. Harl. I’ll shew you, Seignior,’tis easy. Feth. ’Gad that may be, ’twere excellent if I cou’d do’t; but first—by your leave. [Unties the Necklace, breaks the String, and _Harl._ swallows one to shew him. Harl. Look ye, that’s all— Feth. Hold, hold, Seignior, an you be so nimble, I shall pay dear for my Learning—let me see—Friend _Nicholas_, thou hast swallow’d many a Pill for the Disease of the 202 Body, let’s see what thou canst perform for that of the Purse. [Swallows ’em. —so—a comfortable business this—three or four thousand pound in Cordial-Pearl: ’Sbud, _Mark Anthony_ was never so treated by his _Egyptian_ Crocodile—hah, what noise is that? Harl. Operator, Operator, Seignior.