EPHRAIM. Dogs, Guy. You remember I noticed the dogs.
GUY. Dogs? Have you both gone mad? My patience! What is it?
CAPTAIN (drawing him to look). You see those torches?
GUY (impatiently). Of course.
CAPTAIN. But you can't see who's carrying them from here.
GUY. I don't need to see. I know. It's the weavers' meeting.
CAPTAIN. Weavers! They're sheep, sir. Sheep with torches fastened to them and not a man in sight.
GUY. Sheep!
MARTIN (quietly). You'll remember I said butchers was the right word.
GUY. Sheep! But we heard singing;