BEIPST
A little, maybe, when all's said. He kneaded my leg, you see, he squeezed it, an' he punched it. But no,'t'ain't on that account. He is … well, I tell you, he's got compassion on a human bein', that's it. He buys the medicine an' asks nothin'. An' he'll come to you any time …
LOTH
Still, you must have come by that trouble somehow. Or did you always limp?
BEIPST
Not a bit of it!
LOTH
Then I don't think I quite understand. There must have been some cause …
BEIPST
How do I know? [Once more he raises a menacing fist.] You jus' wait, you—with your rattling!