F.—I can't, I'm stuck fast.
M.—I knew something stupid would happen if Jack went into the wood! bringing birds you stick to like fly-paper instead of proper faggots.
J.—(Smiling.) You shouldn't have tried to take my goose away from me.
T.—Well, now, you have had your joke, call your goose off, please.
J.—I can't call it off! I don't know how.
(Enter Grey Man.)
G. M.—I am the only person who can do it, because I am a powerful magician, and that golden goose is mine.
M.—Yours!
G. M.—Yes, and I gave it to Jack to reward him for a good, hard-working, generous boy, instead of being a lazy, selfish, unmannerly one like his brother yonder.
T.—Of course, if I had known who you were, I should have been civil to you.