MILLER. This may be true. Get you upon the beast, lad.
[The boy mounts the donkey. Enter THREE OLD MEN. They talk together earnestly. They go to the Fair.]
FIRST OLD MAN (pointing to the Miller and his Son). Look you there! That proves what I was saying.
SECOND OLD MAN (nodding). Aye! There's no respect shown old age in these days.
THIRD OLD MAN (nodding). Aye! There's that young rogue riding while his old father has to walk!
[The Old Men pass on.]
MILLER. Get down, lad. 'T would indeed look better should I ride.
[The lad dismounts; the Miller mounts. Enter THREE GOODIES; they go to the Fair.]
FIRST GOODY (indignantly, pointing to the Miller and his Son). Look, Goodies, look! Did you ever see anything so cruel?
SECOND GOODY (to the Miller). You lazy old fellow! How can you ride while your own child walks in the dust?