Wife. Mistress Merry-thought, if it please you to refrain your passion a little, till Ralph have dispatched the giant out of the way, we shall think ourselves much bound to thank you. I thank you, good Mistress Merry-thought. [Exit Mistress Merry-thought.
Enter a Boy.
Cit. Boy, come hither, send away Ralph and this master giant quickly.
Boy. In good faith, sir, we cannot; you'll utterly spoil our play, and make it to be hissed, 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; faith the child hath a sweet breath. George, but I think it be troubled with the worms; Carduus Benedictus and mare's milk were the only thing in the world for it. Oh, Ralph's here, George! God send thee good luck, Ralph!
Enter Ralph, Host, Squire and Dwarf.