William and John come up. William carries a large market basket containing vegetables.
John. [Looking round and seeing no one.] Bless my soul, but ’twas on the seat as I did leave she.
William. We have kept her waiting a bit too long whilst we were cutting the green stuff. And now ’twill be best to let matters bide over till to-morrow.
John. Why, master ’tis my belief as you be all of a-tremble like.
William. I wish we were well out of this business, John. ’Tis not to my liking in any way.
John. ’Tis a fine looking lady, and that ’tis. You take and court her, Master William.
William. How am I to court the wench when she’s not here?
John. [Pointing.] Look yonder, master, there she comes through them dark trees.
William. You’ve got to bide somewhere nigh me, John. I could not be left alone with a wench who’s a stranger to me.
John. Don’t you get flustered, Master William. See here, I’ll hide me ahind of yon bushes, and if so be as you should want me, why, there I’m close at hand.