Nat. Let I be. You do torment anyone till they scarce do know if they has senses to them or no.
Tansie. You’re not one to miss what you never had, Nat.
Chris. Let the lad bide in quiet, will you. ’Tis a powerful little nagging wench as you be.
Julia. Why are you heavy and sad this fine day, Nat?
Tansie. ’Tis love what’s the matter with he, mistress.
Julia. Love? O, that’s not a thing that should bring heaviness or gloom, but lightness to the heart, and song to the lips.
Tansie. Ah, but when there’s been no meeting in the dusk since Sunday, and no message sent!
Chris. Keep that tongue of your’n where it should be, and give over, Tansie. Susan’s not one as would play tricks with her lad.
Julia. Now I have a thirst to hear all about this, Nat, so come off further into the wood, all of you, where we can speak in quiet.
[She holds out her hand to Nat.