William. John, John!
John. [From afar.] Yes, master.
William. [Calling.] Come you here, John, as quick as you can run.
John. That I will, master.
[John hurries into the garden.
William. John, I’m powerful upset.
John. Mistress’s fowls bain’t got among the flowers again, be they, Master William?
William. No, no, John. ’Tisn’t so bad as that. But I’m in a smartish fix, I can tell you.
John. How’s that, master?
William. John, did you ever go a’courting?