Barb. I crave for mercy as thou art a Knight,
And scornst to spill the blood of those that beg.
Rafe. Thou shewest no mercy, nor shalt thou have any,
Prepare thy self, for thou shalt surely dye.
Enter Squire leading one winking, with a Bason under his chin.
Squire. Behold brave Knight here is one prisoner,
Whom this wild man hath used as you see.
Wife. This is the [first] wise word I hear[d] the Squire speak.
Rafe. Speak what thou art, and how thou hast been us'd,
That I may give him condign punishment.
1. Kni. I am a Knight that took my journey post
Northward from London, and in courteous wise,
This Gyant train'd me to his [loathsome] den,
Under pretence of killing of the itch,
And all my body with a powder strew'd,
That smarts and stings, and cut away my beard,
And my curl'd locks wherein were Ribands ty'de,
And with a water washt my tender eyes,
Whilst up and down about me still he skipt,
Whose virtue is, that till my eyes be wip't
With a dry cloth, for this my foul disgrace,
I shall not dare to look a dog i'th' face.
Wife. Alass poor Knight, relieve him Rafe, relieve poor Knights whilst you live.
Rafe. My trusty Squire convey him to the Town,
Where he may find relief, adieu fair Knight. [Exit Knight.
Enter Dwarf leading one with a patch o'er his Nose.