Elizabeth. Put them both out of the door, Father, do you hear me? ’Tis to the cider as they’ve been getting. That’s clear.
Millie. My good friends, what is it that you carry in those bundles there?
George. ’Tis gold in mine.
John. And silver here.
Elizabeth. Depend upon it ’tis two wicked thieves we have got among us, flying from justice.
Millie. No, no—did not you hear them say, their master is Giles.
George. And a better master never trod the earth.
John. And a finer or a richer gentleman I never want to see.
Elizabeth. Do you hear that, Father? O you shocking liars—’tis stolen goods that you’ve been and brought to our innocent house this day. But, Father, do you up and fetch in the constable, do you hear?
May. O I’ll run. I shall love to see them going off to gaol.