But oh, that such a sweet bird should be dumb!--should be so utterly
dumb!
[_He weeps gently in his little pocket handkerchief._]
MADAM (_indignantly_). Do you think, sir, she cannot _caw_ as well as the
rest of us?
FOX. I must think so, dear madam. Alas!
[_Weeping again in his little pocket handkerchief._]
MADAM. You shall think so, then, no longer! Caw, child, caw, as you have
never cawed before!
MISS CROW (_opening mouth; dropping cheese_). Caw! Caw!
[_Fox quickly snaps up the cheese._]
FOX (_going_). Thank you, Miss Crow. Remember, dear madam, that whatever
I said of her beauty, I said nothing of her brains.
[_He goes, waving the crows a farewell with his little pocket
handkerchief._]
THE MILLER, HIS SON, AND THEIR DONKEY
TIME: _this morning_.
PLACE: _a bridge, near a town and not far from a Fair_.
* * * * *
THE MILLER AND HIS SON.
FIRST MAID.
SECOND MAID.
THIRD MAID.
FIRST OLD MAN.
SECOND OLD MAN.
THIRD OLD MAN.
FIRST GOODY.
SECOND GOODY.
THIRD GOODY.
THE MAYOR.
HIS FIRST CLERK.
HIS SECOND CLERK.
* * * * *
[_The_ MILLER _and his_ SON _are driving their donkey across the bridge.
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