Jeremy. Powerful bad.
Mary. O I am grieved to hear of it. What has happened?
[Lubin and Isabel lean forward, listening eagerly.
Jeremy. ’Tis a pretty caddle, that’s all.
Mary. The mistress isn’t took ill? or Miss Kitty?
Jeremy. I almost wish they was, for then there wouldn’t be none of this here marrying to-morrow.
Mary. What has upset you against the wedding, Jerry?
Jeremy. One pair of hands baint enough for such goings on.
Mary. ’Tis three you’ve got up there.
Jeremy. There you’re mistook. Th’ idle wench and the lad be both away—off afore dawn to the Fair and took their clothes along of they. I be left with all upon me like, and ’tis too much.