Get down, lad. 'T would indeed look better should I ride.
[_The lad dismounts; the Miller mounts. Enter_ THREE GOODIES; _they go to
the Fair._]
FIRST GOODY (_indignantly, pointing to the Miller and his Son_). Look,
Goodies, look! Did you ever see anything so cruel?
SECOND GOODY (_to the Miller_). You lazy old fellow! How can you ride while
your own child walks in the dust?
THIRD GOODY (_to the lad_). You poor, poor child!
[_The Goodies pass on, shaking their heads and their canes indignantly._]
MILLER. Come, lad, get up behind me.
SON. Why, father, I'm not tired!
MILLER. I know, but we must try to please them. Come.
[_The lad mounts, sitting behind his father. Enter the_ MAYOR _and his_
CLERKS. _They go to the Fair._]
MAYOR (_turning to his Clerks; pointing to the Miller and his Son_). Look,
will you!
(_He turns to the Miller._)
Pray, honest friend, is that beast your own?
MILLER. Yes, my lord Mayor.
MAYOR. One would not think so from the way you load him. Say you not so, my
Clerks?
FIRST CLERK (_bowing_). Just so, my lord Mayor.
SECOND CLERK (_bowing_). Even so, my lord Mayor.
THE MAYOR (_to the Miller and his Son_). Why, you two fellows are better
able to carry the poor donkey than he you! Say you not so, my Clerks?
FIRST CLERK (_bowing_).
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