IDONEA Oh, could you hear his voice!
I will not call on Heaven to vouch for me,
But let this kiss speak what is in my heart.


[Enter a Peasant]


PEASANT Good morrow, Strangers! If you want a Guide,
Let me have leave to serve you!


IDONEA My Companion
Hath need of rest; the sight of Hut or Hostel
Would be most welcome.


PEASANT Yon white hawthorn gained,
You will look down into a dell, and there
Will see an ash from which a sign-board hangs;
The house is hidden by the shade. Old Man,
You seem worn out with travel--shall I support you?


HERBERT I thank you; but, a resting-place so near,
'Twere wrong to trouble you.


PEASANT God speed you both.