Amlet.
Good-morrow, neighbour; good-morrow, neighbour Cloggit! How does all at your house this morning?
Clog. Think you kindly, Mrs. Amlet, thank you kindly; how do you do, I pray?
Aml. At the old rate, neighbour, poor and honest; these are hard times, good lack.
Clog. If they are hard with you, what are they with us? You have a good trade going, all the great folks in town help off with your merchandize.
Aml. Yes, they do help us off with 'em indeed; they buy all.
Clog. And pay——
Aml. For some.
Clog. Well, 'tis a thousand pities, Mrs. Amlet, they are not as ready at one, as they are at t'other: For, not to wrong 'em, they give very good rates.