I have an old woman's fancy for thee.

And since in these days none may reckon on seeing the face of a departing friend again, I give now into thine hands the wedding gift I have had in mine eyes for thee.
"Nay, thank me not; and open it not save at the bedside of thy betrothed husband--if thou art fool enough to betroth thyself to one who as like as not will die of the plague before the week is out.
"And now off with you both.

If you tarry too long, the watch will not believe you to be honest market folks, and will hinder your flight.

Good luck go with you; and when ye be come to the city again--if ever that day arrive--come hither and tell me all the tale of your folly and love.

Although a wise woman myself, I have a wondrous love of hearing tales of how other folks make havoc of their lives by their folly." Gertrude took the box, which amazed her by its weight, and suggested ideas of value quite out of keeping with what she had any reason to expect from one so little known to her as Lady Scrope.
She thanked the donor with shy gratitude, and pressed the withered hand to her fresh young lips.