Comfort was what he meant, in our distress.
The Showman:
No words of his can make our trouble less.
The Wife:
O, Will, he made me feel the luck would change.
Look at him, husband; there is something strange
About him there; a robin redbreast comes
Hopping about his feet as though for crumbs,
And little long-tailed tits and wrens that sing
Perching upon him.
The Showman:
What a wondrous thing!
I've read of such, but never seen it.
The Wife:
Look,
These were the dishes and the food he took.
The Showman: