[They twist and turn in front of the glass on the wall, absorbed in their dress, they do not notice that Jeremy has come in and is watching them sarcastically.
Jeremy. Being as grey as th’ old badger don’t keep a female back from vanity.
Liz. O dear, Master Jeremy, what a turn you did give me, to be sure.
Jane. We can’t find no one in this house to attend upon we.
Jeremy. I count as you can not. Bain’t no one here.
Liz. We rang for the wench a many time.
Jeremy. Ah, and you might ring.
Jane. We want someone as’ll fasten them niggly hooks to our gowns.
Jeremy. Ah, and you may want.
Liz. Our sight bain’t clear enough to do one for t’other, the eyelets be made so small.