SCENE II.
A narrow strip of a wood.
Enter slowly and ruefully Wulf and Egga.
Wulf.
Why, I'm all over weals and bruises, old 'ooman.
Egga.
Well, an't that better than hanging? I'm sure I never
thought they'd ha' let us off so lightly. Ugh,—but
they've battered me too, and it's worse to bear than the
rheumatics. Howsomdever, it's a comfort to think one
isn't hung.
Wulf.
Ha,—there's a twinge,—bide a bit, won't ye?—I can't
budge quicker than this: wheew! but how my back
aches: and I don't know which foot to put before the
other! O, how those heavy little whips did cut round,
to be sure: why, I'm ringed and spotted all over my
body like a snake: Ha,—that we'd never meddled with
that archer,—Ugh—
Egga.
But it's a comfort too, to think they didn't hang us,
and so, goodman,—
[they slowly creep out. The scene changes.
