John. [Also setting down his burden.] Ah, I be pleased for to lay aside yon. ’Tis wonderful heavy work, this journeying to and fro with gold and silver.
Giles. Our travelling is very nigh finished. There lies the road which goes to Camel Farm.
George. Oh, I count as that must be a rare sort of a place, master.
John. Seeing as us haven’t stopped scarce an hour since us landed off the sea.
George. But have come running all the while same as the fox may run in th’ early morning towards the poultry yard.
John. Nor broke bread, nor scarce got a drop of drink to wet th’ insides of we.
Giles. ’Tis very little further that you have got to journey, my good lads. We are nigh to the end of our wayfaring.
George. And what sort of a place be we a-coming to, master?
Giles. ’Tis the place out of all the world to me.
John. I count ’tis sommat rare and fine in that case, seeing as we be come from brave foreign parts, master.