Lady Millicent. If you’ll teach me your dance against May Day. Then, I’ll clothe myself much after your fashion and dance upon the green with the rest.
Susan. I’ll not learn you my dance. Not for all the gold in the world. You shan’t go and take the only thing I have away from me.
Lady Millicent. [Angrily.] Neither shall a little gipsy wretch like you take my love from me. We were as good as promised to each other at our christening.
Alice. Don’t put yourself out for the baggage, madam. His lordship would never look on her.
Grandmother. Gold, did you say, mistress?
Lady Millicent. Gold? O yes—an apron full of gold, and silver too.
Grandmother. Do you hear that, Susan?
Susan. [Doggedly.] I’ll not do it for a King’s ransom.
Grandmother. You will. You’ll do it for the sake of poor old Gran, what’s been father and mother to you—and what’s gone hungered and thirsty so that you might have bread and drink.
Susan. [Distractedly.] O I can never give him up.