Julia. He ne’er takes me to town! No, Helen, no!
To town who will, a country life for me!
Helen. We’ll see!
[Enter Fathom.]
Fath. You’re wanted, madam.
Julia. [Embarrassed.] Which of us?
Fath. You, madam.
Helen. Julia! what’s the matter? Nay,
Mount not the rose so soon! He must not see it
A month hence. ’Tis loves flower, which once she wears,
The maid is all his own.
Julia. Go to!
Helen. Be sure
He comes to woo thee! He will bear thee hence;
He’ll make thee change the country for the town.
Julia. I’m constancy. Name he the town to me,
I’ll tell what I think on’t!