By God, Andrisca did not think her husband would come back so soon from the fields. Unless I am mistaken, he will give her the boot, not in sport, and there will be the worst brawl ever. But I will speak to the fellow. Good day, my fellow townsman. Less, indeed, than I'd wish.
Farmers always complain of that.
Because you've come late for the feast. I don't understand what you want. I don't yet know what you are saying. Surely you will see it done. For you are tricky but you will hunt nothing from me.