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Have you food here?

SHEMUS.

For those who can pay well.

SECOND MERCHANT.

We are rich merchants seeking merchandise.

SHEMUS.

Come in, your honours.

MAIRE.

No, do not come in:
We have no food, not even for ourselves.

FIRST MERCHANT.

There is a wolf on the big hook in the cupboard.

[_They enter. _

SHEMUS.

Forgive her: she is not used to quality,
And is half crazed with being much alone.
How did you know I had taken a young wolf?
Fine wholesome food, though maybe somewhat strong.

[_The SECOND MERCHANT sits down by the fire and begins
rubbing his hands. The FIRST MERCHANT stands looking at
the quicken bough on the chair. _

FIRST MERCHANT.

I would rest here: the night is somewhat chilly,
And my feet footsore going up and down
From land to land and nation unto nation:
The fire burns dimly; feed it with this bough.

[_SHEMUS throws the bough into the fire. The FIRST
MERCHANT sits down on the chair. The MERCHANTS' chairs
are on each side of the fire. The table is between
them. Each lays his bag before him on the table. The
night has closed in somewhat, and the main light comes
from the fire. _

MAIRE.

What have you in the bags?

SHEMUS.

Don't mind her, sir:
Women grow curious and feather-thoughted
Through being in each other's company
More than is good for them.

FIRST MERCHANT.