Vine (to Dowser):
And you?
Dowser:
Naught. I was waiting on you.
Vine:
Will you drink?
Dowser:
Ay! Drink! what else is left for a man to do Who knows what I know?
Vine:
Good. What is"t you know?
You tell it out and set my trade a-buzzing.
Sollers:
He"s queer. Give him his mug and ease his tongue.
Vine:
I had to swill the pigs: else I"d been here; But we"ve the old fashion in this house; you draw, I keep the score. Well, what"s the worry on you?
Sollers:
Oh he"s in love.
Dowser:
You fleering grinning louts, I"ll give it you now; now have it in your faces!
Sollers:
Crimini, he"s going to fight!
Dowser:
You try and fight with the thing that"s on my side!
Merrick:
A ranter!
Huff:
A boozy one then.
Dowser:
Open yon door; "Tis dark enough by now. Open it, you.
Vine:
Hold on. Have you got something fierce outside?
Merrick:
A Russian bear?
Sollers:
Dowsers can play strange games.
Huff:
No tricks!
Dowser:
This is a trick to rouse the world.
[He opens the door.]