Lubin. [Looking uncertainly at his packet.] What’ll this do for me, I’d like to know?
Mary. ’Tis an unfailing charm. A powder from roses, fine as dust, and another seed as well. You put it in her glass of water—and the love comes back to you afore next sun-rise.
Isabel. And will it be the same with I?
Mary. You have the Herb of Robert there. Be careful of it. To-morrow at this hour, his heart will be all yours again, and you shall do what you will with it.
Isabel. O I can’t believe in this. ’Tis too good to be true, and that it be—A fine gentleman as Robert be now and a poor little wretch like me!
Lubin. [Slowly.] ’Tis but a foolish dream like. How are folks like us to get mixing and messing with the drinks of they? Time was when I did sit and eat along of them at the table, the same as one of theirselves. But now! Why, they’d take and hound me away from the door.
Isabel. And me too.
Mary. [Breaking off a spray of the enchanters nightshade from the bunch drying.] That’ll bring luck, may be.
[Isabel takes it and puts it in her dress and then wraps the packet in her bundle. Lubin puts his packet away also. Whilst they are doing this, Mary strolls a little way on the road.
Mary. [Returning.] The man from Daniels be coming along.