LUBIN. [_Looking uncertainly at his packet_.] What’ll this do for me, I’d like to know? MARY. ’Tis an unfailing charm. A powder from roses, fine as dust, and another seed as well. You put it in her glass of water—and the love comes back to you afore next sun-rise. ISABEL. And will it be the same with I? MARY. You have the Herb of Robert there. Be careful of it. To-morrow at this hour, his heart will be all yours again, and you shall do what you will with it. ISABEL. O I can’t believe in this. ’Tis too good to be true, and that it be—A fine gentleman as Robert be now and a poor little wretch like me! LUBIN. [_Slowly_.] ’Tis but a foolish dream like. How are folks like us to get mixing and messing with the drinks of they? Time was when I did sit and eat along of them at the table, the same as one of theirselves. But now! Why, they’d take and hound me away from the door. ISABEL. And me too. MARY. [_Breaking off a spray of the enchanters nightshade from the bunch drying_.] That’ll bring luck, may be. [ISABEL _takes it and puts it in her dress and then wraps the packet in her bundle_. LUBIN _puts his packet away also_. _Whilst they are doing this_, MARY _strolls a little way on the road_. MARY. [_Returning_.] The man from Daniels be coming along. LUBIN. [_Hastily_.] What, old Andrews? MARY. No. This is another. Folk do marvel how Miller John do have the patience to keep in with him. LUBIN. How’s that? MARY. So slow and heavy in his ways. But he can drink longer at the cider than any man in the county afore it do fly to his head, and that’s why master do put up with him. [JEREMY _comes heavily towards them_, _a straw in his mouth_. _His hat is pushed to the back of his head_. _His expression is still and impassive_. _He comes straight towards_ MARY, _then halts_. MARY. Come, Jeremy, I reckon ’tis not for rue nor tea of marjoram you be come here this morning? JEREMY. [_Looking coldly and critically at the travellers and pointing to them_.] Who be they? MARY. Travellers on the road, seeking a bit of rest. [JEREMY _continues to look them all over in silence_. MARY. How be things going at the Mill to-day, Jerry? JEREMY. Powerful bad. MARY. O I am grieved to hear of it. What has happened? [LUBIN _and_ ISABEL _lean forward_, _listening eagerly_. JEREMY. ’Tis a pretty caddle, that’s all. MARY. The mistress isn’t took ill? or Miss Kitty? JEREMY. I almost wish they was, for then there wouldn’t be none of this here marrying to-morrow. MARY. What has upset you against the wedding, Jerry? JEREMY. One pair of hands baint enough for such goings on. MARY. ’Tis three you’ve got up there. JEREMY. There you’re mistook. Th’ idle wench and the lad be both away—off afore dawn to the Fair and took their clothes along of they. I be left with all upon me like, and ’tis too much. MARY. What shall you do, Jerry? JEREMY. I’ll be blowed if I’m agoin’ to do anything. There.