Guardian: Give them whatever you have ready
for them, Gillie.
Servant: (Giving the plates.) Here is the supper
ye gave orders for this morning.
1st Wrenboy: What is it at all?
Servant: It is your choice thing. Jellies and
grapes from Spain.
2nd Wrenboy: (Pushing away grapes) Berries!
I thought to get better than berries from the bush.
3rd Wrenboy: There's not much satisfaction in
berries!
4th Wrenboy: If it was a pig's foot now; or as
much as a potato with a bit of dripping.
5th Wrenboy: (Looking at jelly.) What now is
this? It has like the appearance of frog spawn.
1st Wrenboy; Or the leavings of a fallen star.
5th Wrenboy: Shivering it is and shaking. It's
not natural! (Drops his plate.)