[GILES hands his own hat to GEORGE. He then takes off his coat and
gives it to JOHN. The OLD MAN takes off his smock, GILES puts it on.

OLD MAN. Pull the hat well down about the face of you, master, so as
the smooth skin of you be hid.

GILES. [Turning round in his disguise.] How's that, my friends?

GEORGE. You be a sight too straight in the back, master.

GILES. [Stooping.] I'll soon better that.

JOHN. Be you a-going in them fine buckled shoes, master?

GILES. I had forgot the shoes. When I get near to the house 'tis
barefoot that I will go.

GEORGE. Then let us be off, master, for the' time be running short.

JOHN. Ah, that 'tis. I count it be close on noon-day now by the
look of the sun.

OLD MAN. And heaven be with you, my young gentleman.

GILES. My good friends, you shall go with me a little further. And
when we have come close upon the farm, you shall stop in the shelter
of a wood that I know of and await the signal I shall give you.

GEORGE. And what'll that be, master?