Jennifer: I'll have this flasket of scent.

Joyce: I'll have this looking-glass.

Jessica: And I this necklet of beads.

Jane: A pair of shoe-buckles, if you please.

Joan: This bunch of ribbons for me.

Joscelyn: Have you a corset-lace of yellow silk?

The Gypsy: Here's for you and you. No love-charms, no. Here's for
you and you and you. I warrant, no love-charms! Ay, I've a yellow
lace, twill keep you in as tight as jealousy, my pretty. Out upon
all love-charms!--And what will she have that sits crouched in the
Well-House?

"Oh, Gypsy!" cried Joscelyn, "have you among your charms one that
will make a maid fall OUT of love?"

"Nay, nay," said the Gypsy, growing suddenly grave. "That is a charm
takes more black art than I am mistress of. I know indeed of but one
remedy. Is the case so bad?"

"She has been shut into the Well-House to cure her of loving," said
Joscelyn, "and in six months she has scarcely ceased to weep, and
has never uttered a word. If you know the physic that shall heal her
of her foolishness, I pray you tell us of it. For it is extremely