Jaspar. Ah, there you do get home. It’s a true charge. It’s what I done.
Joan. You ’ad the roving blood. You couldn’t ’elp it.
Jaspar. It ain’t brought me no joy.
Joan.—
Jaspar, I think you’ve come here in a dream.
Put your arms round me and ’old me. Don’t let go.
Help me to dream, I’d like for it to last
Just one more hour—put your ’ead on my heart.
And don’t you speak—don’t speak—I want to dream,
You be come back again! I want to dream.