Than this had happened.
Bar.Yes, and so I would,
But it has happened—and the mischief’s done.
Bess. (crying). I’m sure I loved her dearly!
Aga.So did I!
One can’t forget old times!
Gret.Why, then be brave,
And prove that thine was no fine-weather love,
Poor penitent! Oh, sisters, is it fit
That we should judge our sister, or withhold