Clara. But the moment that you reach happiness, Joan, remember to confess.
Joan. There won’t be nothing to fear then, mistress.
Clara. Make him love you for yourself, Joan. O we must each tie the heart of our true love so tightly to our own that naught shall ever be able to cut the bonds.
Joan. Yes, mistress, and I’m sure I’m very much obliged to you.
Clara. Ah, I am lending myself to all this, because I, too, have something to win or lose.
Joan. Where did you meet him, mistress?
Clara. I did not meet him. I stood on the high ground, and he passed below. His face was raised to the light, and I saw its look. I think my love for him has always lain asleep in my heart, Joan. But when he passed beneath me in the meadow, it awoke.
Joan. O mistress, what sort of an appearance has the gentleman?
Clara. I don’t know how to answer you, Joan.
Joan. I count as it would take a rare, grand looking man for to put his lordship into the shadow, like.