March! march! Eskdale and Tiviotdale,
All the blue bonnets are over the border!
MARGERY—(from within.)
Dick! Dick! what a noise you do keep!
DICK.
A noise, eh? Why, Meg, you didn't use to think it a noise: you used to like to hear me sing!
MARGERY—(entering.)
And so I did, and so I do. I loves music with all my heart; but the whole parish will hear you if you go for to bawl out so monstrous loud.
DICK.
And let them! who cares?