The First Distiller
LABOURER. It's not water. It is the very stuff itself!
PEASANT. Why is it so clear? I thought it would be yellow like grain. This is just like water.
LABOURER. But you just smell it!
PEASANT. Ah, what a scent! Well, well, let's see what it's like in the mouth. Let me taste! [Tries to take the tumbler out of the Labourer's hand].
LABOURER. Mind, you'll spill it! [Turns the tap off, drinks and smacks his lips] It's ready! Here you are. Drink it!
PEASANT [drinks, first sipping, then taking more and more, till he empties the glass and gives it back] Now then, some more. One can't tell the taste from such a drop.
LABOURER [laughing] Well, you seem to like it! [Draws some more].
PEASANT [drinks] Eh, that's the sort! Let's call the missis. Hey, Martha! Come along! It's ready! Come on there!
Enter Wife and little girl.
WIFE. What's th