URSULA. This is his farm, and I his wife. Pray sit. What may your business be?
FORESTER. News from the Prince!
URSULA.
Of death or life?
FORESTER. You put your questions eagerly!
URSULA. Answer me, then! How is the Prince?
FORESTER. I left him only two hours since Homeward returning down the river, As strong and well as if God, the Giver, Had given him back his youth again.
URSULA, despairing. Then Elsie, my poor child, is dead!
FORESTER. That, my good woman, I have not said. Don't cross the bridge till you come to it, Is a proverb old, and of excellent wit.
URSULA. Keep me no longer in this pain!
FORESTER. It is true your daughter is no more;— That is, the peasant she was before.