Susan. ’Tis according as some folks do find it, Master John.
John. ’Tis a smartish lot as you’ll get of it come Sunday night, my wench. You wait and see.
Susan. That shews how little you do know. ’Twill be better nor ever with me then.
John. ’Twill be alone by yourself as you’ll go walking, Su.
Susan. We’ll see about that when the time comes, John.
John. All I says is that I baint a-going walking with you.
Susan. I never walk with two, John.
John. You’ll have to learn to go in your own company.
Susan. I shall go by the side of my husband by then, very likely.
John. Your husband? What tales be you a-giving out now?