[Runs against Harlequin, puts out his Candle. Harl.
Qui est la? Shift. 'Tis Harlequin: Pox on't, is't you? Harl. Peace,
here's Fetherfool, I'll secure him, whilst you go about your Affair.
[Ex. Shift. Feth. Oh, I hear a Noise, dear Harlequin 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.
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