Fowler.—Because I do not wish to feed them in the summer, as they eat too much.
Master.—But many men do feed tame hawks through the summer, so that they may have them ready again.
Fowler.—Yes, so they do; but I do not wish to be so bothered with them, because I know how to catch many more.
The Trader.
Master.—What do you say, trader?
Trader.—I say that I am needful to the king, and ealdormen, and wealthy men, and to all the folk.
Master.—How?
Trader.—I get into my boat with my load, and I row over the waters and sell my things, and I buy things of great price which this land does not bring forth, and I bring them hither to you, with great danger, over the sea, and sometimes I suffer shipwreck, with the loss of all my things, barely escaping with my life.
Master.—What sorts of things do you bring to us?
Trader.—Cloaks, and silk, stones of great price, and gold, wonderful garments, and perfumes, wine and oil, ivory, and brass, copper and tin, sulphur and glass, and many things like them.