Julia. It will never bring happiness to me, Chris.
Chris. Come, mistress, ’tis a fine thing to have a great stone roof above the head of you.
Julia. I’d sooner get my shelter from the green leaves.
Nat. And a grand thing to have your victuals spread afore you each time ’stead of having to go lean very often.
Julia. O, a handful of berries and a drink of fresh water is enough for me.
Tansie. And beautiful it must be to stretch the limbs of you upon feathers when night do come down, with a fine white sheet drawn up over your head.
Julia. O, I could rest more sweetly on the grass and moss yonder.
Nat. I did never sleep within four walls but once, and then ’twas in gaol.
Julia. O Nat, you were never in gaol, were you?
Nat. ’Twas that they mistook I for another. And when the morning did come, they did let I go again.