[Lubin shades his eyes with one hand. Isabel bows her head on her knees weeping. Mary comes out of the house carrying two glass bowls of water.
Mary. Leave your sorrowful tears till later, my friends. This fresh water from the spring will revive you from your travelling.
Lubin. [Looking up.] The heart of me is stricken past all remedy, mistress.
Isabel. I could well lie me down and die.
[Mary giving to each one a bowl from which they begin to drink slowly.
Mary. I spoke as you do, once. My lover passed me by for another. A man may give all his love to the gilly flower, but ’tis the scarlet rose as takes his fancy come to-morrow.
Isabel. And has your heart recovered from its sickness, mistress?
Mary. [Slowly.] After many years.
Lubin. And could you wed you to another?
Mary. [Still more slowly.] Give the grass that has been trampled underfoot a bit of time, ’twill rise again. There’s healing all around of us for every ill, did we but know it.