Ralph. Go, squire and dwarf, search in this dreadful cave,
And free the wretched prisoners from their bonds.
[Exeunt Squire and Dwarf.
Bar. I crave for mercy as thou art a knight,
And scorn'st to spill the blood of those that beg.
Ralph. Thou showest no mercy, nor shalt thou have any;
Prepare thyself, for thou shalt surely die.
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.