“Nay, nay, I must hear the end. I will hear it.”
“Ye cannot, for I know it not; none knoweth that but God.”
“Ah, your Ursel was a jewel of worth,” said the girl earnestly. “Would she were here.”
“Instead of her that is here?”
“I say not that;” and she blushed a little.
“You do but think it.”
“Thought is free. Whether or no, an she were here, I'd give her a buss, poor thing.”
“Then give it me, for I am she.”
“Nay, nay, that I'll be sworn y' are not.”
“Say not so; in very truth I am she. And prithee, sweet mistress, go not from your word, but give me the buss ye promised me, and with a good heart, for oh, my own heart lies heavy: heavy as thine, sweet mistress.”