Julia. O John, I’m a very poor judge of such things.
John. And look you here. I never seed a bit of Master William’s home-cured sent out beyond the family to no one till this day. No, that I have not, mistress.
Julia. [Shutting the basket.] Well—I have no use for such a gift, John, so it may be returned again to the family. I am sorry you had the trouble of bringing it so far.
John. You may not be partial to pig meat, mistress, but you’ll send back the key of Master William’s heart same as you have done the jowls.
Julia. I have no use for the key of Master William’s heart either, John. And you may tell him so, from me.
John. Why, mistress. You don’t know what you be a talking of. A man like my master have never had to take a No in place of Yes in all the born days of him.
Julia. [Rising.] Then he’ll have to take it now, John. And I’m thinking ’tis time you set off home again with your load.
John. Well, mistress, I don’t particular care to go afore you have given me a good word or sommat as’ll hearten up poor Master William in his love sickness.
Julia. Truly, John, I don’t know what you would have me say.
John. I warrant there be no lack of words to the inside of you, if so be as you’d open you mouth a bit wider. ’Tis not silence as a maid is troubled with in general.