(Mace embraces the horse harnessed to the cart.)

MACE: Ah, the object of my desire.

DOCTOR: Hello!

MACE: Shush! Shush, shush, sir! Thievery is a matter of stealth, not hearty greetings.

DOCTOR: We're here to see the miller.

MACE: You are without pity, sir. Ah!

(Mace goes over to a donkey.)