John. There, master, didn’t I tell you so?
William. [Very nervously.] What did you tell me, John?
John. That, let her abide and her’d find the senses of she presently.
William. O I’m blessed if I do know what to do.
[John takes his master’s arm and draws him aside.
John. You pluck up your heart, my dearest master, and court she hard. And in less nor a six months ’tis along to church as you’ll be a-driving she.
William. But John, ’tis t’other with the cherry ribbons that has taken all my fancy.
John. No, no, Master William. You take and court the mistress. You take and tame the young vixen, and get the gold and silver from she. T’other wench is but the serving maid.
Susan. The lady’s coming along ever so quickly, master.
[Mrs. Gardner, rising and folding up her knitting.