GILES. And yonder is Millie given in marriage to another.

GEORGE. 'Taint done yet, master.

JOHN. 'Tisn't too late, by a long way, master.

GILES. [To OLD MAN.] And so I would crave something of you, old
friend. Lend me your smock, and your big hat and your staff. In
that disguise I will go to the farm and look upon my poor false love
once more. If I find that her heart is already given to another, I
shall not make myself known to her. But if she still holds to her
love for me, then -

GEORGE. Go in the fine clothes what you have upon you, master. And
even should the maid's heart, be given to another, the sight of so
grand a cloth and such laces will soon turn it the right way again.

JOHN. Ah, that's so, it is. You go as you be clothed now, master.
I know what maids be, and 'tis finery and good coats which do work
more on the hearts of they nor anything else in the wide world.

GILES. No, no, my lads. I will return as I did go from yonder.
Poor, and in mean clothing. Nor shall a glint of all my wealth speak
one word for me. But if so be as her heart is true in spite of
everything, my sorrowful garments will not hide my love away from
her.

OLD MAN. [Taking off his hat.] Here you are master.