Lubin. I’d give sommat to know where ’tis then.
Mary. There isn’t a herb nor a leaf but what carries its message to them that are in pain.
Isabel. Give me a bloom that’ll put me to sleep for always, mistress.
Mary. There’s evil plants as well, but ’tisn’t a many. There’s hen bane which do kill the fowls and fishes if they eat the seed of it. And there’s water hemlock which lays dumbness upon man.
Lubin. I’ve heard them tell of that, I have.
Mary. And of the good leaves there is hounds tongue. Wear it at the feet of you against dogs what be savage. Herb Benet you nail upon the door. No witch nor evil thing can enter to your house.
Lubin. And have you naught that can deaden the stab of love upon the heart, mistress?
Isabel. [Speaking in anguish.] Aught that can turn our faithless lovers back again to we?
Mary. That I have. See these small packages—you that love Robert, take you this—and you who courted Rose-Anna, stretch out your hand.
[She puts a small paper packet into the hands of each.