SHEMUS. Not cook! not cook! Do not be angry. She wants to pay me back Because I struck her in that argument. But she'll get sense again. Since the dearth came We rattle one on another as though we were Knives thrown into a basket to be cleaned.
MARY. I will not cook for you, because I know In what unlucky shape you sat but now Outside this door.
TEIG. It's this, your honours: Because of some wild words my father said She thinks you are not of those who cast a shadow.
SHEMUS. I said I'd make the devils of the wood Welcome, if they'd a mind to eat and drink; But it is certain that you are men like us.
FIRST MERCHANT. It's strange that she should think we cast no shadow, For there is nothing on the ridge of the world That's more substantial than the merchants are That buy and sell you.
MARY. If you are not demons, And seeing what great wealth is spread out there, Give food or money to the starving poor.
FIRST MERCHANT. If we knew how to find deserving poor We'd do our share.
MARY. But seek them patiently.
FIRST MERCHANT. We know the evils of mere charity.
MARY. Those scruples may befit a common time. I had thought there was a pushing to and fro, At times like this, that overset the scale And trampled measure down.