I looked for them by this:
But you’ve still time ...
Judith:
The bride comes home to-day.
Brides should come home: it’s right a man should bring
His bride home—ay! And we must go, my wean,
To spare her blushes. We’re no company
For bride and bridegroom. Happen, we should meet them,
You must not cry to him: I must not lift
My eyes to his. We’re nothing now to him.
Your cry might tell her heart too much: my eyes
Might meet her eyes, and tell ... It isn’t good
For a bride to know too much. So, we must hide
In the ditch, as they pass by, if we should chance
To meet them on the road—their road and ours—
The same road, though we’re travelling different ways.
The bride comes home. Brides come home every day.
And you and I ...
Eliza:
There’s nothing else for it.
Judith:
There’s nothing else?
Eliza:
Nay, lass! How could you bide?
They’ll soon ... But, you’ll not meet them, if you go ...
Judith: