And in a tub that's heated smoking hot,
There may they find them, and deliver them.
Ralph. Run, squire and dwarf, deliver them with speed.
[Exeunt Squire and Dwarf.
Wife. But will not Ralph kill this giant? Surely I am afraid if he let him go he will do as much hurt as ever he did.
Cit. Not so, mouse, neither, if he could convert him.
Wife. Ay, George, if he could convert him; but a giant is not so soon converted as one of us ordinary people. There's a pretty tale of a witch, that had the devil's mark about her, God bless us, that had a giant to her son, that was call'd Lob-lie-by-the-fire. Didst never hear it, George?
Enter Squire leading a man with a glass of lotion in his hand, and the Dwarf leading a woman, with diet bread and drink.
Cit. Peace, Nell, here come the prisoners.
Dwarf. Here be these pined wretches, manful knight,