Scar. Now how do you like my Art?
Har. O rare Art! O divine Mr. Doctor Scaramouche! If the Devil be as good as his Word, I'll owe him a good Turn as long as I live: But I wish our third Person would come.
A Giant rises.
Ha! What's here?
Gi. I am sent by Pluto to bear you Company.
Har. Is this his third Person? Or is it Three Generations in One? Come you from Guild-hall, Sir?
Gi. No, Mortal, from the Stygian Lake. I am the Giant which St. George destroy'd; and in the Earth have been decaying ever since, but now am come to Eat with you.
Scar. To pick up your Crums, Sir: You'r heartily Welcome.
Scaramouche gets upon Harlequin, and salutes him.
Gi. I have lain now within the Stygian Lake 2000 Years.