"Is it so?" she asked innocently.
"Are you not aware of it?"
"I had thought that I pleased."
"You do so. Best tread discreetly. Best consider carefully now. Then choose one and dismiss the rest."
"Choose?"
"Aye."
"Whom should I choose, John Drogue?"
"Why," said I, losing countenance, "there is the same ardent rabble like that plague of suitors which importuned the Greek Penelope. There are the sap-pan flies all buzzing."
"Oh. Should I make a choice if entreated?"
"A burgesse is free to choose."