Peasant
Whose? … Whose, indeed! There’s that fat-bellied devil over there … he’s seized 5000 acres. He has no family, but he’s never satisfied, while we’ve had to give up keeping fowls—there’s nowhere for them to run about! It’s nearly time for us to stop keeping cattle, too … we’ve no fodder for them; and if a calf, or maybe a horse, happens to stray into his field, we have to pay fines and give him our last farthing.
Traveller
What does he want all that land for?
Peasant
What does he want the land for? Why, of course, he sows and reaps and sells, and puts the money in the bank.
Traveller
How can he plough a stretch like that, and get his harvest in?
Peasant
You talk as if you were a child! … What’s he got money for, if not to hire labourers? … It’s they that do the ploughing and reaping.