MAYOR. One would not think so from the way you load him. Say you not so, my Clerks?
FIRST CLERK (bowing). Just so, my lord Mayor.
SECOND CLERK (bowing). Even so, my lord Mayor.
THE MAYOR (to the Miller and his Son). Why, you two fellows are better able to carry the poor donkey than he you! Say you not so, my Clerks?
FIRST CLERK (bowing). Just so, my lord Mayor.
SECOND CLERK (bowing). Even so, my lord Mayor.
MILLER. Come, my son, to please them, we'll carry the donkey.
[They dismount and try to lift the donkey. This frightens the poor beast. He tries to get away, and falls over the bridge into the deep river.]
MILLER (weeping). I have tried to please every one! I have pleased no one!
SON (weeping). And we have lost our donkey in the bargain!