John. Susan’s a terrible hard wench to court, Master William.
William. ’Twill make the better lesson, John.
John. ’Tis a stone in place of a heart what Susan’s got.
William. ’Twill very likely be the same with Julia. Go and bring her quickly, John.
[William places himself behind the arbour.
John. As you will, master—but Susan have been wonderful nasty in her ways with me of late. ’Tis my belief as she have took up with one of they low gipsy lads what have been tenting up yonder, against the wood.
William. Well, ’twill be your business to win her back to you, John. See—am I properly hid, behind the arbour?
John. Grandly hid, master—I’ll go and fetch the wench. [John leaves the garden.
[William remains hidden behind the arbour. After a few minutes John returns pulling Susan by the hand.
Susan. And what are you about, bringing me into master’s flower garden at this time of the morning? I should like for mistress to look out of one of the windows—you’d get into fine trouble, and me too, John.