Ralph. I give thee mercy, but yet thou shalt swear
Upon my burning pestle to perform
Thy promise utter'd.
Bar. I swear and kiss.
Ralph. Depart then, and amend.
Come, squire and dwarf, the sun grows towards his set,
And we have many more adventures yet. [Exeunt.
Cit. Now Ralph is in this humour, I know he would ha' beaten all the boys in the house, if they had been set on him.
Wife. Ay, George, but it is well as it is. I warrant you the gentlemen do consider what it is to overthrow a giant. But look, George, here comes Mistress Merry-thought, and her son Michael. Now you are welcome, Mistress Merry-thought; now Ralph has done, you may go on.
Enter Mistress Merry-thought and Michael.