Tak us t' foxes, t' little foxes at spoils t' veynes: fer our veynes hev tender grapes.

Can you keep a secret? Yes. So can I.

We are far more apt to yawn than to weep as we make our way through this series of loosely connected incidents, of unmotivated actions, of contrived metings-out of justice.

In fact, the rose appears to be the focus of interest for not only the fingerer but for the fingered, since the bouquet's holder is modestly casting her eyes upon it rather than upon her partner.