BEIPST
Yes, the Lord pity me. [He shakes a threatening fist toward the fields.] Eh, wait, you … you…!
LOTH
What happened to your leg?
BEIPST
My leg?
LOTH
Yes.
BEIPST
Eh? Somethin' got into it.
Yes, the Lord pity me. [He shakes a threatening fist toward the fields.] Eh, wait, you … you…!
What happened to your leg?
My leg?
Yes.
Eh? Somethin' got into it.