I cannot let anything keep me from him now.
I must go to him in my poverty and tell him all.

He must be the judge!" Lady Scrope uttered a little snort, although her face bore no unkindly look.
"Child, child, thou art a veritable woman! I had thought better things of thee, but thou art just like the rest.

Thou wilt gladly lie down in the dust, so as the one man shall trample upon thee, whilst thou dost adore him the more for it.

Go to! go to! Maids and lovers be all alike.

Fools every one of them! But for all that I like thee.