Susan. ’Tis to Nat as I’m to be wed come Saturday.
John. Get along with you, Susan, and put a cap to your head. Mistress will be coming out presently, and then you know how ’twill be if her catches you so. Get along in with you.
Susan. Now you don’t believe what I’m telling you—but it’s true, O it’s true.
John. Look here—There’s company at the gate, and you a-standing there like any rough gipsy wench on the road. Get you in and make yourself a decenter appearance and then go and tell the mistress as they be comed.
Susan. [Preparing to go indoors and speaking over her shoulder.] ’Tis in the parson’s gown as you should be clothed, Master John. Ah, ’tis a wonderful wordy preacher as you would make, to be sure. And ’tis a rare crop as one might raise with the seed as do fall from your mouth.
[She goes indoors. Julia comes leisurely into the garden.
Julia. Well, John, and how are you feeling now?
John. Nicely, thank you, mistress. See yon arbour?
Julia. And that I do, John.
John. Well, you may go and sit within it till the master has leisure to come and speak with you.