first girl. But it would be the greater compliment
If Peter’d do it.
second girl. Reason with him, Peter.
Persuade him to eat; he’s such a bag of bones!
soldier. I’ll never trust a woman’s word again!
There’s nobody that was so loud against him
When he was at the council; now the wind’s changed,
And you that could not bear his speech or his silence,
Would have him there in his old place again;
I do believe you would, but I won’t help you.
second girl. Why will you be so hard upon us, Peter?
You know we have turned the common sort against us.
And he looks miserable.
first girl. We cannot dance,
Because no harper will pluck a string for us.
second girl. I cannot sleep with thinking of his face.
first girl. And I love dancing more than anything.
second girl. Do not be hard on us; but yesterday
A woman in the road threw stones at me.
You would not have me stoned?
first girl. May I not dance?
