MILLER. Neither is he so old, though.
SON. But he is not so fat, though.
MILLER. Neither is he so lean, though.
SON. Truly he might be worse.
MILLER. Better or worse, he must be sold.
[THREE MAIDS enter the bridge. They go to the Fair.]
FIRST MAID (pointing to the Miller and his Son). Look there! Did you ever see such geese?
SECOND MAID. As I live!—walking when they might ride!
THIRD MAID (to the Miller). You'll get a laugh at the Fair, old man!
[The Maids pass on.]