("Will you be so good, Mistress Jane," said Martin, "as to sew on my button?"
"I will not knot my thread, Master Pippin," said Jane, "till you have snapped yours."
"It is snapped," said Martin. "The story is done."
Joscelyn: It is too much! it is TOO much! You do it on purpose!
Martin: Oh, Mistress Joscelyn! I never do anything on purpose. And therefore I am always doing either too much or too little. But in what have I exceeded? My story? I am sorry if it is too long.
Joscelyn: It was too short—and you are quibbling.
Martin: I?—But never mind. What more can I say? It is a fault, I know; but as soon as my lovers understand each other I can see no further.
Joscelyn: There are a thousand things more you can say. Who this Harding was, for one.
Joyce: And what he meant by saying his pennies had kept her, for another.
Jennifer: And for what other purpose he had intended them.