May.  What’s that for, Giles?

Giles.  You shall soon see, little May.

Daniel.  I’ll be hanged if I’ll stand any more of this caddling nonsense.  Here, Mill—­the trap’s come to the door.  Into it with you, I say.

Giles.  I beg you to wait a moment, master.

Daniel.  Wait!—­’Tis a sight too long as we have waited this day.  If all had been as I’d planned, we should have been to church by now.  But womenfolk, there be no depending on they.  No, and that there bain’t.

[George, John and the old man come up.  George and John carry their packets and the old man has Giles’ coat and hat over his arm.

Elizabeth.  And who are these persons, Giles?

[George and John set down their burdens on the floor and begin to mop their faces.  The old man stretches out his fine coat and hat and buckled shoes to Giles.

Old man.  Here they be, my lord, and I warrant as you’ll feel more homely like in they, nor what you’ve got upon you now. [Giles takes the things from him.

Giles.  Thank you, old master. [He turns to Millie.] Let me go into the other room, Millie.  I will not keep you waiting longer than a few moments.

[He goes out.

Elizabeth. [To George.] And who may you be, I should like to know? 
You appear to be making very free with my parlour.

George.  We be the servants what wait upon Master Giles, old Missis.

Elizabeth.  Old Missis, indeed.  Father, you shall speak to these persons.

Daniel.  Well, my men.  I scarce do know whether I be a-standing on my head or upon my heels, and that’s the truth ’tis.

George.  Ah, and that I can well understand, master, for I’m a married man myself, and my woman has a tongue to her head very similar to that of th’ old missis yonder—­so I know what ’tis.

Elizabeth.  Put them both out of the door, Father, do you hear me?  ’Tis to the cider as they’ve been getting.  That’s clear.

Millie.  My good friends, what is it that you carry in those bundles there?

George.  ’Tis gold in mine.

John.  And silver here.

Elizabeth.  Depend upon it ’tis two wicked thieves we have got among us, flying from justice.

Millie.  No, no—­did not you hear them say, their master is Giles.

George.  And a better master never trod the earth.

John.  And a finer or a richer gentleman I never want to see.

Elizabeth.  Do you hear that, Father?  O you shocking liars—­’tis stolen goods that you’ve been and brought to our innocent house this day.  But, Father, do you up and fetch in the constable, do you hear?