MOTHER. Will there ever be peace?
GRANDMOTHER. "Men who are mild and gentle live in peace and know but little sorrow."[2]
MILL-FOLK. [Raising their staffs] The Mewlings!
MEWLINGS. [Entering from the right, with raised staffs] Will you bide now, mill-folk? You put us on the wrong track!
MILL-FOLK. You liars!
MEWLINGS. The same to you!
MILL-FOLK. Quibblers!
MEWLINGS. And what are you?
The ice begins to crash and rumble.
FISHERMAN. Peace in the name of Christ Jesus! The water is rising!