Giles. Good-morning, master.
Old Man. ’Tis a wonderful warm sun to-day.
Giles. You’re right there, master.
Old Man. I warrant as you be journeying towards the same place where I be going, my lord.
Giles. And where is that, old master?
Old Man. Towards Camel Farm.
Giles. You’re right. ’Tis there and nowhere else that we are going.
Old Man. Ah, us’ll have to go smartish if us is to be there in time.
Giles. In time for what, my good man?
Old Man. In time for to see the marrying, my lord.