"Confess you would call it meanness--my huckstering with yonder young fool.

I call it simplicity.

Why throw away a shilling without need?
Our race never did.

A shilling is four men's bread: shall I disdain to defile my fingers by holding them out relief in their necessity?
It is you who are mean--you Normans--not we of the ancient race.

You have your vulgar measurement for great things and small.