HADDA PADDA. That's true. You heal with herbs.... You believe in
their power?

HERBORIST. I believe in a fact that cannot be doubted. And I am
quite sure that there is no disease that could not be healed by
herbs, if people knew enough about their mysteries.

HADDA PADDA. There are wounds, I suppose, that only death can
heal.

HERBORIST [looking down into the bag, she takes out an herb]. I
think the young lady is very depressed, Shall I show her an herb
that can heal many ills?

HADDA PADDA. A lady-slipper?

HERBORIST. It is also called the love flower.... If you would gain
a man's heart you slip it under his pillow.

HADDA PADDA. Don't you see the ring on my finger? Don't you know
my sweetheart?

HERBORIST. Yes, certainly.--He was a handsome boy. [Plays with the
bag, as she hums.]:

"When love is the strongest, it leads to your fall, A maid's happy
longest, who heeds no man's call."

HADDA PADDA [drawing her scarf more closely around her]. Do you
hear the flies buzzing?