GRANDMOTHER. You be speaking foolishness. What do you know of him—what do us blind worms know about the stars above we? SUSAN. I see’d him pass by upon his horse one day. All there was of him did shine like the sun upon the water—I was very near dazed by the brightness. So I was. [_The_ GRANDMOTHER _continues to smoke in silence_. SUSAN. [_Softly_.] And ’twas then I lost the heart within me to him. [JOCKIE _runs up beating his tabor_. SUSAN. [_Springing up_.] Come, Jockie, I have a mind to dance a step or two. [_Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hands_.] Tears be for them as have idle times and not for poor wenches what mind cattle and goats. Come, play me my own music, Jock. And play it as I do like it best. [JOCKIE _begins to play the tune of_ “_Princess Royal_” _and_ SUSAN _dances_. _Whilst_ SUSAN _is dancing_ LADY MILLICENT _and her waiting maid come slowly by and stand watching_. SUSAN _suddenly perceives them and throws herself on the ground_. JOCKIE _stops playing_. LADY MILLICENT. [_Fanning herself_.] A wondrous bold dance, upon my word—could it have been that which captivated my lord, Alice? ALICE. O no, mistress. His lordship has no fancy for boldness in a maid. LADY MILLICENT. Immodest too. A Morris dance. The girl should hide her face in shame. ALICE. And there she is, looking at your ladyship with her gipsy eyes, bold as a brass farthing. SUSAN. [_Starting up and speaking passionately_.] I’ll not be taunted for my dancing—I likes to dance wild, and leap with my body when my spirit leaps, and fly with my limbs when my heart flies and move in the air same as the birds do move when ’tis mating time. GRANDMOTHER. Ah, ’tis so with she. She baint no tame mouse what creeps from its hole along of t’others and who do go shuffle shuffle, in and out of the ring, mild as milk and naught in the innards of they but the squeak. SUSAN. [_Defiantly_.] ’Twas my dance gained his lordship’s praise—so there, fine madam. LADY MILLICENT. Your dance? Who are you then? ALICE. A gipsy wench, mistress, who minds the goats and pigs for one of they great farms. GRANDMOTHER. Have a care for that tongue of yours, madam waiting maid. For I know how to lay sommat upon it what you won’t fancy. LADY MILLICENT. [_Coming up to_ SUSAN _and laying her hand on her arm_.] Now tell me your name, my girl. SUSAN. They call me Princess Royal. LADY MILLICENT. O that must be in jest. Why, you are clothed in rags, poor thing. SUSAN. [_Shaking herself free_.] I’d sooner wear my own rags nor the laces which you have got upon you. LADY MILLICENT. Now why do you say such a thing? SUSAN. ’Twas in these rags as I danced in the wood that day, and ’tis by these rags as my lord will know me once more. LADY MILLICENT. Listen, I will cover you in silk and laces, Princess Royal. ALICE. Susan is the maid’s name. SUSAN. I don’t want none of your laces or silks.