Well, this goose is for sale.
GOODMAN. I will give my sheep for your goose and thanks into the bargain.
THIRD PEASANT. I am willing; here is your goose.
GOODMAN. Here is your sheep.
[_The Peasant goes off with the sheep. The Goodman discovers a hen in the_
TOLL-KEEPER'S _potato field._]
GOODMAN (_calling_). That's the finest fowl I ever saw, Toll-keeper!
TOLL-KEEPER. You're right about that, Goodman.
GOODMAN. She's finer than our pastor's brood-hen! Upon my word she is! I
should like to have that fowl!
TOLL-KEEPER. She is for sale.
GOODMAN. I think it would be a good exchange if I could get her for my
goose.
TOLL-KEEPER. Well, it wouldn't be a bad thing.
GOODMAN. Then here is your goose.
TOLL-KEEPER. Here is your fowl.
[_Enter a_ HOSTLER _carrying a sack._]
GOODMAN (_to Hostler_). What have you in that sack, friend?
HOSTLER. Rotten apples--to feed the pigs with.
GOODMAN. Why, that will be a terrible waste. I should like to take them
home to my wife.
HOSTLER (_astonished_). To your wife?
GOODMAN (_nodding_). You see, last year our old apple tree bore only one
apple, which we kept in the cupboard till it was quite rotten. It was
always property, my wife said.
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