Another round with famine. Out, provision!
[Takes off his Wallet.
Old Man. [Coming forward.] O, Heaven!
Eust. Who bid thee bless the meat?—How now old grey beard!
What cause hast thou——
Old Man. I have a daughter—
Eust. Hungry, I warrant.
Old Man. Dying!
The blessing of my age:—I could bear all;—
But for my child;—my dear, dear child!—to lose her