WILLIAM. I might. And yet, ’tis a pity to cut the blooms for naught. JOHN. I always takes a nosegay with me, of a Saturday night. WILLIAM. Why, John, who is it that you are courting then? JOHN. ’Tis that wench Susan, since you ask me, master. But not a word of it to th’ old mistress. WILLIAM. I’ll not mention it, John. JOHN. Thank you kindly, master. WILLIAM. And now, John, when the nosegay’s all gathered and the flowers bunched, what else should I do? JOHN. Well, then you gives it her when you gets to the door. And very like she’ll ask you into the parlour, seeing as you be a particular fine looking gentleman. WILLIAM. I could not stand that, John. I’ve no tongue to me within a strange house. JOHN. Well then, maybe as you and she will sit aside of one another in an arbour in the garden, or sommat of the sort. WILLIAM. Yes, John. And what next? JOHN. I’m blessed if I do know, master. You go along and commence. WILLIAM. No, John, and that I won’t. Not till I know more about it like. JOHN. Well, master, I’m fairly puzzled hard to tell you. WILLIAM. I have the very thought, John. Do you bring Susan out here. I’ll place myself behind the shrubs, and do you get and court her as well as you know how; and maybe that will learn me something. JOHN. Susan’s a terrible hard wench to court, Master William. WILLIAM. ’Twill make the better lesson, John. JOHN. ’Tis a stone in place of a heart what Susan’s got. WILLIAM. ’Twill very likely be the same with Julia. Go and bring her quickly, John. [WILLIAM _places himself behind the arbour_. JOHN. As you will, master—but Susan have been wonderful nasty in her ways with me of late. ’Tis my belief as she have took up with one of they low gipsy lads what have been tenting up yonder, against the wood. WILLIAM. Well, ’twill be your business to win her back to you, John. See—am I properly hid, behind the arbour? JOHN. Grandly hid, master—I’ll go and fetch the wench. [JOHN _leaves the garden_. [WILLIAM _remains hidden behind the arbour_. _After a few minutes_ JOHN _returns pulling_ SUSAN _by the hand_. SUSAN. And what are you about, bringing me into master’s flower garden at this time of the morning? I should like for mistress to look out of one of the windows—you’d get into fine trouble, and me too, John. JOHN. Susan, my dear, you be a passing fine wench to look upon, and that’s the truth. SUSAN. And is it to tell me such foolishness that you’ve brought me all the way out of the kitchen? JOHN. [_Stooping and picking a dandelion_.] And to give you this flower, dear Susan. SUSAN. [_Throwing it down_.] A common thing like that! I’ll have none of it. JOHN. ’Tis prime you looks when you be angered, Susan. The blue fire do fairly leap from your eyes. SUSAN. O you’re enough to anger a saint, John. What have you brought me here for? JOHN. I thought I’d like to tell you as you was such a fine wench, Susan. And that I did never see a finer.