[There is a little silence and then Susan begins to sing as though to herself.
Susan. [Singing.]
“As I walked out one May morning,
So early in the Spring;
I placed my back against the old garden gate,
And I heard my true love sing.” [1]
Grandmother. [At the end of the singing.] It might be the blackcap a-warbling all among of the branches. So it might.
Susan. Ah, ’twas I that was a-dancing in the shade of the woods that day.
Grandmother. He’ll never look on the likes of you—that’s sure enough, my little wench.
Susan. I wish he was a goat-herd like myself—O that I do.
Grandmother. Then there wouldn’t be no use in your wedding yourself with him as I can see.
Susan. ’Tis himself, not his riches that I want.
Grandmother. You be speaking foolishness. What do you know of him—what do us blind worms know about the stars above we?