Enter Talbot and Landlord.
Talb. Come in along with us, Farmer Hearty—come in.
(Whilst the Farmer comes in, the boys who were sitting on the stairs, rise and exclaim,)
Whom have we here? What now? Come down, lads; here’s more fun.
Rory. What’s here, Talbot?
Talb. An honest farmer, and a good natured landlord, who would come here along with me to speak—
Farm. (interrupting). To speak the truth—(strikes his stick on the ground).
Landlord (unbuttoning his waistcoat). But I am so hot—so short-winded, that (panting and puffing)—that for the soul and body of me, I cannot say what I have got for to say.
Rory. ’Faith, now, the more short winded a story, the better, to my fancy.
Burs. Wheeler, what’s the matter, man? you look as if your under jaw was broke.