JACOBUS
In all surety,
Payment you'll have, my man, But—
HANS the Butcher
As to 's friends,—
An that yon Devil be as feat wi' his hands
As he be slow o' tongue, why, I will take him
For prentice. Wife,—now that would smack o' pride!
PETER the Cobbler
I'll take this fellow that can swallow fire,
He's somewhat old for me. But he can learn
My trade.—A pretty fellow!
PIPER
And your trade?
PETER the Cobbler
Peter the cobbler.—
MICHAEL
I? What, I? Make shoes?
[Proudly]
I swallow fire.
PIPER
Enough.
BARBARA [aside, bitterly] I'll not believe it.
PIPER [to HANS] Your trade?
HANS the Butcher
I'm Hans the Butcher.