SCENE VI
Dawn. A rocky path leading to a mountain Chapel. A Peasant sitting on a stone with dog and cross-bow.
Peasant [singing].
Over the wild moor, in reddest dawn of morning,
Gaily the huntsman down green droves must roam:
Over the wild moor, in grayest wane of evening,
Weary the huntsman comes wandering home;
Home, home,
If he has one. Who comes here?
[A Woodcutter enters with a laden ass.]
What art going about?
Woodcutter. To warm other folks’ backs.
Peas. Thou art in the common lot—Jack earns and Gill spends—therein lies the true division of labour. What’s thy name?
Woodc. Be’est a keeper, man, or a charmer, that dost so catechise me?
Peas. Both—I am a keeper, for I keep all I catch; and a charmer, for I drive bad spirits out of honest men’s turnips.