ROSAMUND.
What is it you mean?
MARGERY.
I mean your goodman, your husband, my lady, for I saw your ladyship
a-parting wi' him even now i' the coppice, when I was a-getting o'
bluebells for your ladyship's nose to smell on--and I ha' seen the
King once at Oxford, and he's as like the King as fingernail to
fingernail, and I thought at first it was the King, only you know the
King's married, for King Louis--
ROSAMUND.
Married!
MARGERY.
Years and years, my lady, for her husband, King Louis--
ROSAMUND.
Hush!
MARGERY.
--And I thought if it were the King's brother he had a better bride
than the King, for the people do say that his is bad beyond all
reckoning, and--
ROSAMUND.
The people lie.
MARGERY.
Very like, my lady, but most on 'em know an honest woman and a lady
when they see her, and besides they say, she makes songs, and that's
against her, for I never knew an honest woman that could make songs,
tho' to be sure our mother 'ill sing me old songs by the hour, but
then, God help her, she had 'em from her mother, and her mother from
her mother back and back for ever so long, but none on 'em ever made
songs, and they were all honest.
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