Dame. Ah! here they are, coming to sell I suppose—
Ash. Lettun—lettun zeize and zell; we ha gotten here [Striking his breast.] what we won't zell, and they can't zell. [Knocking again.] Come in—dang it, don't ye be shy.
Enter Morrington and Gerald.
Henry. Ah! the strangers I saw this morning. These are not officers of law.
Ash. Noa!—Walk in, gemmen. Glad to zee ye wi' all my heart and zoul. Come, dame, spread a cloth, bring out cold meat, and a mug of beer.
Gerald. [To Morrington.] That is the boy. [Morrington nods.]
Ash. Take a chair, zur.
Mor. I thank, and admire your hospitality. Don't trouble yourself, good woman.—I am not inclined to eat.
Ash. That be the case here. To-day none o'we be auver hungry: misfortin be apt to stay the stomach confoundedly—
Mor. Has misfortune reached this humble dwelling?