Lio. What?
Plun. Come, come.
(Places chairs at spinning wheels.)
Plun. Be seated. (They sit.)
Lady H. and Nan. 'Tis done.
Plun. Good! Now then, proceed.
(Imitating sound of spinning wheel.)
Thrum, thrum, thrum.
Nan. I can't, indeed.
Lio. Here's the distaff, firmly grasp it (To Lady H.),
'Twixt your fingers seize the skein.
Lady H. Must we with wet fingers clasp it?
Turn it? No, I won't!
How so? In vain.
I cannot, I cannot.
Place yourself then at the wheel.
(The two girls rise and the men sit one at each wheel.)
Plun. We'll make it reel.