Susan. I see’d him pass by upon his horse one day. All there was of him did shine like the sun upon the water—I was very near dazed by the brightness. So I was.
[The Grandmother continues to smoke in silence.
Susan. [Softly.] And ’twas then I lost the heart within me to him.
[Jockie runs up beating his tabor.
Susan. [Springing up.] Come, Jockie, I have a mind to dance a step or two. [Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands.] Tears be for them as have idle times and not for poor wenches what mind cattle and goats. Come, play me my own music, Jock. And play it as I do like it best.
[Jockie begins to play the tune of “Princess Royal” and Susan dances. Whilst Susan is dancing Lady Millicent and her waiting maid come slowly by and stand watching. Susan suddenly perceives them and throws herself on the ground. Jockie stops playing.
Lady Millicent. [Fanning herself.] A wondrous bold dance, upon my word—could it have been that which captivated my lord, Alice?
Alice. O no, mistress. His lordship has no fancy for boldness in a maid.
Lady Millicent. Immodest too. A Morris dance. The girl should hide her face in shame.
Alice. And there she is, looking at your ladyship with her gipsy eyes, bold as a brass farthing.