Third Peasant (waving his arm). It's the same everywhere. My old woman, let's say, she kicks up such a rumpus sometimes—it's just awful! Then I just get out of the hut. Let her go to Jericho! She'll give you one with the poker if you don't mind. Oh, Lord!
[JACOB enters hurriedly with a prescription.
Jacob. Here, Simon, you run to the chemist's and get these powders for the mistress!
Simon. But master told me not to go out.
Jacob. You've plenty of time; your business won't begin till after their tea. Hope you are enjoying your tea!
First Peasant. Thanks, come and join us.
[Exit SIMON.
Jacob. I haven't time. However, I'll just have one cup for company's sake.
First Peasant. And we've just been having a conversation as to how your mistress carried on so haughty this morning.
Jacob. Oh, she's a reg'lar fury! So hot-tempered, that she gets quite beside herself. Sometimes she even bursts out crying.