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.]