Enter a Boy.
Cit. Boy, come hither, send away Rafe and this whoreson Giant quickly.
Boy. In good faith sir we cannot, you'l utterly spoil our Play, and make it to be hist, 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, feth the child hath a sweet breath George, but I think it be troubled with the Worms, Carduus Benedictus and Mares milk were the only thing in the world for't. O Rafe's here George; God send thee good luck Rafe.
Enter Rafe, Host, Squire, and Dwarf.
Host. Puissant Knight yonder his Mansion is,
Lo, where the Spear and Copper Bason are,
Behold the string on which hangs many a tooth,
Drawn from the gentle jaw of wandring Knights,
I dare not stay to sound, he will appear. [Exit Host.