1st Wrenboy: We cannot do it. (They cover
their faces with their hands.)
Ogre: Get on so. I never saw the work I'd
sooner do than checking youngsters!
Guardian: Where is the Executioner?
Servant: I sent seeking him a while ago, thinking
he might be needed.
Guardian: Bring him in.
Servant: He is not in it. There was so little
business for him this long time under your own
peaceable rule, that he is after leaving us, and
taking a job in a slaughter house out in foreign.
2nd Dowager Messenger: Maybe that is a token
we should let them off.
Ogre: (Briskly.) I am willing to be useful; give
me here a knife or a hatchet!
Servant: (To Ogre.) You need not be pushing
yourself forward. (To Guardian.) There is a
stranger of an Executioner chanced to be passing
the road, just as I sent out, and he looking for
work. He said he would do the job for a four-penny
bit and his dinner, that he is sitting down
to now.
Guardian: (Sitting up straight and taking up sword.)