DAIRYMAN. Why do you call me? Will you buy some curds?

AMAL. How can I buy? I have no money.

DAIRYMAN. What a boy! Why call out then? Ugh! What a waste of
time.

AMAL. I would go with you if I could.

DAIRYMAN. With me?

AMAL. Yes, I seem to feel homesick when I hear you call from far
down the road.

DAIRYMAN. [Lowering his yoke-pole] Whatever are you doing here, my
child?

AMAL. The doctor says I'm not to be out, so I sit here all day
long.

DAIRYMAN. My poor child, whatever has happened to you?

AMAL. I can't tell. You see I am not learned, so I don't know
what's the matter with me. Say, Dairyman, where do you come
from?

DAIRYMAN. From our village.

AMAL. Your village? Is it very far?