hermione.
I shall need no garment then, but the one thy grandmother wore when she scared thy father in the forest.
blanch.
Save you, my lady! mean you her winding-sheet?
hermione.
I mean mine own, Blanch; hers being worn out, belike, ere now, with much travel.
blanch.
Oh, mercy!—but you are ever at a jest.
hermione.
Nay, girl, my spirits are too heavy.
blanch.
What mean you, fair mistress? I do fear me a few hours of this Mantuan air have wrought untowardly with you. Are you ill, lady?
hermione.
No, girl.
blanch.
It is a secret that disturbs you?
hermione.
Thou canst sing, Blanch?—
blanch.
Ay, sweet lady, that can I,—and your favourite carol too. List. [Sings.