But, sure, I’m stiff, and my poor bones are old, And night is bitter cold—’tis bitter cold.... Yes, yes [begins to look about him]. I’ve come a mighty step to-day. Why, but—
[Stands up suddenly, stares out (R.), under hand.
Is that the town so far away? I thought ’twas nearer. But this pesky snow——! At Rachel’s tomb the neighbours bade me go A mile or two.... Yes, yes, they told me so....
[Sits again heavily.
And now I’m wearied out ... and not so near As I had thought.... (turns to (L.), stares out.) God bless me! who comes here?
[Enter (L.) Eliphaz, Nadab, and Uzziel, together, arm-in-arm; richly dressed; muffled up; carrying bundles, walking with sticks. Nad. carries a lantern. They come across briskly as they reach stump. Zach. suddenly stands up, pulling his forelock. They start violently apart.
Zach. Good gentlemen——
Eliph. Why, murrain take the man For frighting of us so! I never can Abide these rustics. [He crosses over (R.). Others remain (L.).
Nad. They’ve no sense, I say, To fright three gentlemen upon their way. See here, old man! (Lifts stick threateningly.)
Uzz. No, no. Let be! let be! [He interposes his arm. See here, old man! I’d have a word with thee. Are you a native here? (Zach. nods.) Why, then, I’ll lay You’ll guide us, for, I think, we’ve lost our way. A piece of gold or so’ll help you tell——