GILES. [Looks intently at him for a moment.] See here, old master.
I would fain strike a bargain with you. And 'tis with a handful of
golden pieces that I will pay your service.

OLD MAN. Anything to oblige you, my young lord.

GILES. [To GEORGE.] Take out a handful from the bag of gold. And
you, John, give him some of the silver.

[GEORGE and JOHN untie their bags and take out gold and silver. They
twist it up in a handkerchief which they give to the old man.]

OLD MAN. May all the blessings of heaven rest on you, my lord, for
'tis plain to see that you be one of the greatest and finest
gentlemen ever born to the land.

GILES. My good friend, you're wrong there, I was a poor country lad,
but I had the greatest treasure that a man could hold on this earth.
'Twas the love of my cousin Millie. And being poor, I was put from
out the home, and sent to seek my fortune in parts beyond the sea.

OLD MAN. Now, who'd have thought 'twas so, for the looks of you be
gentle born all over.

GILES. "Come back with a bushel of gold in one hand and one of
silver in t'other" the old farmer said to me, "and then maybe I'll
let you wed my daughter."

OLD MAN. And here you be comed back, and there lie the gold and the
silver bags.