_Olive._ Father, I will not. But if you plead I will, I promise you
I will.

_Giles._ I will not, and you will. Lass, since you be here, I pray
you set a stitch in this seam in my coat. I would look tidy at the
trial, for thy mother's sake. Hast thou thy huswife with thee?

_Olive._ Yes, father.

[Olive _threads a needle, and standing beside her father, sets the
stitch; weeps as she does so._

_Giles._ Know you every tear adds weight to the stones, lass?

_Olive._ Then will I weep not. [_Mends._

_Giles._ Be the child and the old woman well?

_Olive._ Yes, father.

_Giles._ Look out for them as you best can. And see to 't the
little maid's linen chest is well filled, as your mother would have.

[Olive _breaks off the thread._

_Giles._ Be the stitch set strong?

_Olive._ Yes, father.

_Giles_ (_turning and folding her to his arms_). Oh, my good lass,