Peg. The lady wants to see you at the hall.
Both. Ha!
Woman. Be we fools?
Man. She wants, does she?—ha, ha! She wants!—he, he, he!
Peg. I want, then. And the gold is ready for you there.
Woman. What be we a-goin’ to the hall for?
Peg. She has a favor to ask.
Woman. Yes: the favor o’ shuttin’ us up.
Peg. The favor o’ lettin’ me be servant to Miss Flora. (Woman nods to Man.)
Man. Have more sense, gal.