Rafe. Saint George set on before, march Squire and Page. [Exeunt.
Wife. George, dost think Rafe 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 hurle 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 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 Nil, Ninivie was better.
Wife. Ninivie, O that was the story of Jone and the wall, was it not George?
Cit. Yes lamb. [Enter Mistris Merry-t[hou]ght.
Wife. Look George, here comes Mistris Merry-though[t] [ag]ain, and I would have Rafe come and fight with the Gyant, I tell you true I long to see't.
Cit. Good Mistriss Merri-thought be [g]one, I pray you for my sake, I pray you forbear a little, you shall have audience presently, I have a little business.
Wife. Mistris Merri-thought, if it please you to refrain your passion a little, till Rafe have dispatcht the Giant out of the way, we shall think our selves much bound to thank you: I thank you good Mistris Merri-thought.
[Exit Mist. Merry-thought.