So long as we, in our good town,
Keep jogging in the good old way.
Old Woman. [to the Burghers’ Daughters.]
Hey-day, how fine! these be of gentle stuff,
The eyes that would not look on you are blind.
Only not quite so high! ’Tis well enough—
And what you wish I think I know to find.
First Burgher’s Daughter.
Agatha, come! I choose not to be seen
With such old hags upon the public green;