SECOND MERCHANT. Deal, deal.
SHEMUS. They say you beat the woman down too low.
FIRST MERCHANT. I offer this great price: a-thousand crowns For an old woman who was always ugly.
(An Old PEASANT WOMAN comes forward, and he takes up a book and reads.)
There is but little set down here against her. "She has stolen eggs and fowl when times were bad, But when the times grew better has confessed it; She never missed her chapel of a Sunday And when she could, paid dues." Take up your money.
OLD WOMAN. God bless you, Sir.
(She screams.)
Oh, sir, a pain went through me!
FIRST MERCHANT. That name is like a fire to all damned souls.
(Murmur among the PEASANTS, who shrink back from her as she goes out.)