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 Scottishman higher than he, and that they two on a night met, and saw one another for nothing.
Cit. Nay, by your leave, Nell, Ninivie was better.
Wife. Ninivie, O that was the story of Joan and the Wall, was it not, George?
Cit. Yes, lamb.
Enter Mistress Merry-thought.
Wife. Look, George, here comes Mistress Merry-thought again, and I would have Ralph come and fight with the giant. I tell you true, I long to see't.
Cit. Good Mistress Merry-thought, be gone, I pray you for my sake; I pray you forbear a little, you shall have audience presently: I have a little business.