secure me; if I am
discover'd I am undone-- hold, hold-- here's a Door--
[They both go in.

Scene changes to a Chamber, discovers the _She-Giant_ asleep in a
great Chair.

Enter _Fetherfool_ and _Harlequin_.

_Feth._ Hah-- my Lady Monster! have I to avoid _Scylla_ run upon
_Carybdis_?-- hah, she sleeps; now wou'd some magnanimous Lover make
good Use of this Opportunity, take Fortune by the Fore-lock, put her
to't, and make sure Work-- but Egad, he must have a better Heart, or a
better Mistress than I.

_Harl._ Try your Strength, I'll be civil and leave you.
[In _Italian_ he still speaks.

_Feth._ Excuse me, Seignior, I should crackle like a wicker Bottle in
her Arms-- no, Seignior, there's no venturing without a Grate between
us: the Devil wou'd not give her due Benevolence-- No, when I'm marry'd,
I'll e'en show her a fair pair of Heels, her Portion will pay Postage
--But what if the Giant should carry her? that's to be fear'd, then I
have cock'd and drest, and fed, and ventur'd all this while for nothing.

_Harl._ Faith, Seignior, if I were you, I wou'd make sure of something,
see how rich she is in Gems.

_Feth._ Right, as thou say'st, I ought to make sure of something, and
she is rich in Gems: How amiable looks that Neck with that delicious row
of Pearls about it.

_Harl._ She sleeps.

_Feth._ Ay, she sleeps as 'twere her last. What if I made bold to unrig
her? So if I miss the Lady, I have at least my Charges paid: what
vigorous Lover can resist her Charms?--
[Looks on her.
But shou'd she wake and miss it, and find it about me, I shou'd be
hang'd--
[Turns away.
--So then, I lose my Lady too-- but Flesh and Blood cannot resist--
What if I left the Town? then I lose my Lady still; and who wou'd lose
a Hog for the rest of the Proverb?-- And yet a Bird in Hand, Friend
_Nicholas_-- Yet sweet Meat may have sour Sauce-- And yet refuse when
Fortune offers-- Yet Honesty's a Jewel-- But a Pox upon Pride, when
Folks go naked--

_Harl._ Well said. [Incouraging him by Signs.

_Feth._ Ay-- I'll do't-- but what Remedy now against Discovery and
Restitution?

_Harl._ Oh, Sir, take no care, you shall-- swallow 'em.

_Feth._ How, swallow 'em! I shall ne'er be able to do't.

_Harl._ I'll shew you, Seignior,'tis easy.

_Feth._ 'Gad that may be, 'twere excellent if I cou'd do't; but
first-- by your leave.
[Unties the Necklace, breaks the String, and _Harl._ swallows one
to