Chris. And I’ll take and lead you to a place what I do know of, where the water flows clear as a diamond over the stones. And if you bides there waiting quiet you may take the fish as they come along—and there’s a dinner such as the Queen might not get every day of the week.
Julia. O Chris, who is there to say I must bide in one place when all in me is thirsting to be in t’other!
Chris. I’m sure I don’t know.
Nat. I should move about where I did like, if ’twas me.
Tansie. A fine young lady like you can do as she pleases.
Julia. Well then, it pleases me to bide with you in the free air.
Chris. Our life, ’tis a poor life, and wandering. ’Tis food one day, and may be going without the next. ’Tis the sun upon the faces of us one hour—and then the rain. But ’tis in freedom that us walks, and we be the masters of our own limbs.
Julia. Will you be good to me if I journey with you?
Chris. Ah, ’tis not likely as I’ll ever fail you, mistress.
Julia. Do not call me mistress any longer, Chris, my name is Julia.