Lady Millicent. Now why do you say such a thing?
Susan. ’Twas in these rags as I danced in the wood that day, and ’tis by these rags as my lord will know me once more.
Lady Millicent. Listen, I will cover you in silk and laces, Princess Royal.
Alice. Susan is the maid’s name.
Susan. I don’t want none of your laces or silks.
Lady Millicent. And feed you with poultry and cream and sweetmeats.
Susan. I want naught but my crust of bread.
Lady Millicent. I’ll fill your hands with gold pieces.
Grandmother. Do you hear that, Sue?
Susan. [Doggedly.] I hear her well enough, Gran.