_Sylvan_.
Then come now!
_Katrina_.
Not now, not now! Look how my poor grannam
Shuffles under the weight; she's old for burdens.
I must carry her sack for her.
_Sylvan_.
Well, to-night!
_Katrina_.
To-night?--O Sylvan! dare I?
_Sylvan_.
Yes, you dare!
You will be knowing I'm outside in the darkness,
And you will come down here and give me yourself
Wholly and forever.
_Katrina_.
O not to-night!
_Sylvan_.
I shall be here, Katrina, waiting for you.
[_He goes_.
_The old woman comes in burdened with her sack_.
_Grandmother_.
Katrina, that was a young man with you.
_Katrina_.
O grannam, you've had luck to-day; but now
It's I must be the porter.
_Grandmother (giving up the sack)_.
Ay, you take it.
It's sore upon my back. You should have care
Of these young fellows; there's a devil in them.
Never you talk with a man on the seashore
Or on hill-tops or in woods and suchlike places,
Especially if he's one you think of marrying.
_Katrina_.
Marrying? I shall never be married!
_Grandmother_.
Pooh!
That's nonsense.
_Katrina_.
I should think 'twas horrible
Even to be in love and wanting to give
Yourself to another; but to be married too,
A man holding the very heart of you,--
_Grandmother_.
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