Jeremy. I’ll tell you in a couple of words, mistress.
Liz. No—do you fetch the cider, dear Mister Jeremy.
John. ’Tis more than I can do with, Mary. Rose is set against Robert, and Robert is set against Rose. Rose—well I’m fairly ashamed to mention it—Rose has lost her senses and would wed the servant William—and Robert is a-courting of the maid.
Jeremy. Ah, let each fool follow their own liking, says I.
Liz. And sister and me all dressed in our new gowns for the church.
Jane. And Jerry had to do the hooking for we, both of the servants having runned away.
Mary. Well, now I’m here I’ll lend a hand. I’ll help with the dinner time you’re at church. You shall not need to trouble about anything, Mr. John.
John. O once I do get them to the church and the ring fixed and all I shan’t trouble about nothing, Mary. But ’tis how to move them from where they be! That’s the puzzle.
Rose. I’ll never move till the hand that gathered these flowers be here to raise me.
Robert. I’ll sit here to the end of the world sooner nor go along to be wed with Miss over there.