Miles. Here’s the very man to tell us all we want to know.
Luke. Why, if ’tisn’t George from Ox Lease.
[George half rises.
Miles. No, sit you down again, my lad, and we’ll rest awhile by the side of you.
Luke. That’s it, Miles. Nothing couldn’t have fallen out better for us, I’m thinking.
Miles. You’re about right, Luke. Now, George, my man, we should very much appreciate a few words with you.
George. [Taking up his basket.] Morning baint the time for words, masters. I count as words will keep till the set of sun. ’Tis otherwise with work.
Miles. Work, why, George, ’tis clear you are come out but to gather flowers this morning.
Luke. ’Tis the very first time as ever I caught George an idling away of his time like this.
George. ’Tis over to Brook as I be going, masters, to fetch back a couple of young chicken. Ourn be mostly old fowls, or pullets what do lay.