George and John. That’s it, master. Us do understand what ’tis as we have got to do.
Old Mar. Ah, ’tis best to be finished with hearts that beat to the tune of a maid’s tongue, and to creep quiet along the roads with naught but them pains as hunger and thirst do bring to th’ inside. So ’tis.
[Curtain.]
ACT III.—Scene 1.
The parlour at Camel Farm. Elizabeth, in her best dress, is moving about the room putting chairs in their places and arranging ornaments on the dresser, etc. May stands at the door with a large bunch of flowers in her hands.
Elizabeth. And what do you want to run about in the garden for when I’ve just smoothed your hair and got you all ready to go to church?
May. I’ve only been helping Annet gather some flowers to put upon the table.
Elizabeth. You should know better then. Didn’t I tell you to sit still in that chair with your hands folded nicely till we were ready to start.
May. Why, I couldn’t be sitting there all the while, now could I, Aunt?
Elizabeth. This’ll be the last time as I tie your ribbon, mind.