Tansie. Ah, but ’tis warm upon the high road.
Nat. We be come right away from the town, mistress.
Julia. Then sit down, all of you, and we will talk in the cool shade.
Laura. Not here, if you please. I am not used to such company.
Julia. Not here? Very well, my friends, let us go further into the wood and you shall stretch yourselves under the green trees and we will all rest there together.
Laura. Well, what next! You might stop to consider how ’twill look in the parish.
Julia. How what will look?
Laura. How ’twill look for you to be seen going off in such company like this.
Julia. The trees have not eyes, nor have the grass, and flowers. There’s no one to see me but you, and you can turn your head t’other way. Come Tansie, come Chris. [She turns towards the three gipsies.
Tansie. Nat’s in a sorry way, this morning—baint you, Nat?