TYLTYL
Look, there are three more.
(A diseased MAN comes out of the hospital; another, carrying a bottle and looking rather tipsy, out of the tavern; and, lastly, out of the prison, a third figure, hairy and savage of aspect, brandishing a blood-stained knife.)
GAFFER TYL
(Dismayed.) I don't like this.... It's very tiresome that they should have been told....
TYLTYL
Why, who are they?
GAFFER TYL
An ugly lot, those three: the sick man, the drunkard and the murderer.... They've done us a deal of harm.
TYLTYL