gent: without his door doth hang
A copper basin on a prickant spear;
At which no sooner gentle knights
can knock,
But the shrill sound fierce Barbarossa hears,
And rushing forth, brings in the errant knight,
And
sets him down in an enchanted chair;
Then with an engine, which he hath prepared,
With forty teeth,
he claws his courtly crown;
Next makes him wink, and underneath his chin
He plants a brazen piece of
mighty bord,
And knocks his bullets round about his cheeks;
Whilst with his fingers, and an instrument
With
which he snaps his hair off, he doth fill
The wretch’s ears with a most hideous noise:
Thus every knight-
adventurer he doth trim,
And now no creature dares encounter him.
Ralph . In God’s name, I will fight with him. Kind sir,
Go but before me to this dismal cave,
Where this
huge giant Barbarossa dwells,
And, by that virtue that brave Rosicleer
That damnèd 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 Scotchman higher than he, and that they two and a knight met, and saw one another for nothing. But of all the sights that ever were in London, since I was married, methinks the little child that was so fair grown about the members was the prettiest; that and the hermaphrodite.
Cit . Nay, by your leave, Nell, Ninivie was better.
Wife . Ninivie! oh, that was the story of Jone and the wall, was it not, George?
Cit . Yes, lamb.]
SCENE III.— The Street before Merrythought’s House .
Enter Mistress MERRYTHOUGHT.
[Wife . Look, George, here comes Mistress Merrythought again! and I would have Ralph come and fight with the giant; I tell you true, I long to see’t.
Cit . Good Mistress Merrythought, begone, I pray you, for my sake; I pray you, forbear a little; you shall have audience presently; I have a little business.
Wife . Mistress Merrythought, if it please you to refrain your passion a little, till Ralph have despatched the giant out of the way, we shall think ourselves much bound to you. [Exit Mistress Merrythought .] I think you, good Mistress Merrythought.
Cit . Boy, come hither. [Enter Boy .] Send away Ralph and this whoreson 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 plot.—I pray, gentlemen, rule him.