[At the window.] Oh, an outrageous churl seven times the height of mortal man, and spitting flames of fire from his monstrous mouth!
Sir Kay.
[Running about, shouting.] Awake! Awake! Ho, there, and here, awake! Lazy lusks, ye ought to be ashamed so to sleep when knights have ado in the field!
Sir Gawayne.
[Also calling.] Awake, all men of arms! Ho, to the defence!
[Great confusion prevails. People come running from all sides, meanwhile the loud knocking and shouting is heard at intervals.]
The Stranger.
In vain! Arms profit ye naught! He has ye at a vantage!
The Giant.