Julia. O, I have plenty of words ready, John, should you care to hear them.
John. Then out with them, Mistress Julia, and tell the master as how you’ll take the offer what he have made you.
Julia. I’ve never seen your master, John, but I know quite enough about him to say I’ll never wed with him. Please to make that very clear when you get back.
John. ’Tis plain as you doesn’t know what you be a talking of. And ’tis a wonder as how such foolishness can came from the mouth of a sensible looking maid like yourself.
Julia. I shall not marry Master William Gardner.
John. I reckon as you’ll be glad enough to eat up every one of them words the day you claps eyes on Master William, for a more splendid gentleman nor he never fetched his breath.
Julia. I’ll never wed a farmer, John.
John. And then, look at the gift what Master William’s been and sent you. ’Tisn’t to everyone as master do part with his pig meat. That ’tisn’t.
Julia. [Rising.] Well, you can tell your master I’m not one that can be courted with a jowl, mellow or otherwise. And that I’ll not wed until I can give my heart along with my hand.
John. I’d like to know where you would find a better one nor master for to give your heart to, mistress?