Merrick:
Well, no offence: there's no offence, I hope,
In taking a dummy for a tuneful man.
Is it for can't or won't you are?
Stranger:
You wouldn't, if you carried in your mind
What I've been carrying all day.
Sollers:
What's that?
Stranger:
You wait; you'll know about it soon; O yes,
Soon enough it will find you out and rouse you.
Huff:
Now ain't that just the way we go down here?
Here in the valley we're like dogs in a yard,
Chained to our kennels and wall'd in all round,
And not a sound of the world jumps over our hills.
And when there comes a passenger among us,
One who has heard what's stirring out beyond,
'Tis a grutchy mumchance fellow in the dismals!