Peter:
You’re biding here?
Bell:
And you are staying, too.
Peter:
By crikey, no! You’ll not catch me: I cannot—
With thon in the other room. I never could bear ...
Bell:
You’ll stop, till Michael’s old enough to manage
The sheep without your aid: then you may spurt
To overtake Jim on the road to the gallows;
And race, the pair of you, neck and neck, for hell:
But not till I’m done with you.
Peter:
Nay, I’ll be jiggered ...