Edmund: Tell me Young crone, is this Putney? Crone: That it be... that it be... Edmund: "Yes it is", not "That it be". You don't have to talk in that stupid voice to me, I'm not a tourist. I seek information about a Wisewoman. Crone: Ah, the Wisewoman.. the Wisewoman. Edmund: Yes, the Wisewoman. Crone: Two things, my lord, must thee know of the Wisewoman. First, she is ... a woman! ...and second, she is ... Edmund: Wise? Crone: You do know her then? Edmund: No, just a wild stab in the dark which is incidentally what you'll be getting if you don't start being a bit more helpful. Do you know where she lives? Crone: Of course. Edmund: Where? Crone: Here. Do you have an appointment? Edmund: No. Crone: Well, you can go in anyway. Edmund: Thank you Young crone. Here is a purse of moneys... which I'm not going to give to you.
