Peer.
[Pointing.]
What's that shining yonder? The Button-moulder. Only light from a hut. Peer. And that wailing sound? The Button-moulder. But a woman singing. Peer. Ay, there—there I'll find The list of my sins The Button-moulder.
[Seizing him.]
Set your house in order!
[They have come out of the underwood, and are standing near the hut. Day is dawning.
Peer.
Set my house in order? It's there! Away.
Get you gone! Though your ladle were huge as a coffin,
It were too small, I tell you, for me and my sins
The Button-moulder.
Well, to the third cross-road, Peer; but then.
[Turns aside and goes.
Peer.
[Approaches the hut.]
Forward and back, and it's just as far.
