Sylvan. What matter if she has?
Katrina.
But it would matter!
Sylvan.
Katrina, come with me now! We'll go together
Back to my house.
Katrina. No, no, not now! I must Carry my grannam's load for her: 'tis heavy.
Sylvan. We must not part again.
Katrina.
No, not for long;
For if we do, there will be storms again,
I know; and a fierce reluctance—O, a mad
Tormenting thing!—will shake me.
Sylvan.
Then come now!
Katrina.
Not now, not now! Look how my poor grannam
Shuffles under the weight; she's old for burdens.
I must carry her sack for her.
Sylvan.
Well, to-night!
Katrina. To-night?—O Sylvan! dare I?