Second Snail. He’th done for.
Tramp. You strangle a man when ’e’s down, do you, coward? Stop, let me tell you—all I want’s another moment—let me live—go away—I’ve more to tell you—I’ve learned how to live.
First Snail. Well, it’th all up with him.
Second Snail. Oh dear, oh dear! What a mithfortune! How we shall mith him, my dear.
First Snail. What are you talkin’ about? It’s nothing to do with uth.
Second Snail. That’s what people thay when thomebody dies.
First Snail. Oh yeth. Well, we won’t futh about it.
Second Snail. No! No! Ith the way of the world.
Dawn—Birds awaken.
Enter Woodcutter.