"Who has died then?"
"Mistress Leonora and little Ned. How they are all weeping within there."
"I shall be the third."
The servant was silent. Perhaps he thought to himself: "Nobody will weep for you."
"I have deserted from my regiment a third time."
"Oh dear, oh dear! And why have you come home again?"
"I wanted to speak to my father once for all."
"From henceforth your father will speak to nobody but the Lord God."
"I don't ask him to be kind to me. I want to tell him that Death is very near him, and he must try to avoid it."
"Methinks the poor old man would rather seek out death than fly from it; but you may be seen and recognised here, young master, and taken away—and then..."