human
Good-morrow, friend. Selling your coals off?
gpt
Ay, we're doing a middling stroke of business this morrow.
human
How much a load? We shall want some ere long.
gpt
Charcoal, fourteen shillings; cannel, sixpence to ninepence, according to quality.
human
Mr Percy's man,
gpt
What is it, Johnson?
human
It is a dozen of Sheffield knives, Master, replied Fawkes a little drily:
gpt
Is that all?
human
That is all.
gpt
If you could hire the cellar--
human
Done! said Percy.
gpt
It should save us a peck of trouble.
human
Who owns it?--or who hath it?
gpt
Why, for who owns it, I guess the Parliament House, answered Fawkes;
human
Pray you, make haste and discover it, then.