Tob. Not one to spare, Nor bite nor sup, I think.[He makes despairing gesture.
Uzz. (pointing to pot). What have you there? [Enter Dav. (L.).
Tob. No, no, good sir! First come first served, I say. To Dav. Here, lad, make haste. Come! bear the pot away. [Dav. takes it and exit (L.).
Eliph. Why, but you cannot turn us out! ’Tis night And freezing cold. We must have food and light And roof above us.
Nad. Let us have the floor Here in this kitchen, if you have no more.
Tob. Well, gentlemen, I tell you, as I live, I have no better and no more to give.
Eliph. Well, we must make a shift to rest and dine. A loaf of bread you have, at least, and wine, And skins, I’ll warrant you, to keep the cold From killing us. The sheep within the fold Seemed well-nigh frozen as we passed them by.
Tob. Well, gentlemen, if you can shift, then I Will do my best to please you. Sit you down. [Nad. and Uzz. sit; unloose wrappings.
Enter Dav. (L.). Well, are they served there?
Dav. Yes, sir.[He stands waiting.