Windrank. So it was the organ-blower who honored me—
Sexton. The sexton, to put it right; but I also keep an old-clothes shop in the church wall.
Windrank. So you're organ-blower, sexton, and shopkeeper—
Sexton. In one person—without confusion or transformation—
Windrank. That's a most respectable trinity.
Sexton. Such things should not be made fun of!
Windrank. Oh, my, my! I'm drowning! Help!
Sexton. Lord, what is it?
Windrank. There's a whole river coming—Ugh!
Sexton. Catherine dear! Where are you, my angel? (He runs to look for her.) Jesu, but you must have scared my wife out of her wits. She has run away from the keg—and taken the tap along! Get up—up with you, and let us leave this godless hole!