show met和key

MARY:
I...
DICKON:
She...
MARY:
I am a girl.
DICKON:
She is a lass as took a graidly fancy to thee.
Dost tha fear?
MARY:
Tha mun not fear.
DICKON:
Shes took thee on for like to vex thee.
Nowt othe soart.
MARY:
Nowt othe soart.
DICKON:
She knows fair well, she mun not fright thee.
MARY:
Canna tha show me?
DICKON:
Fair better to know her.
MARY:
Show me tha key.
DICKON:
Show her tha key.
Shes a lass and tha art right
She needs a spot where she can rest in.
MARY:
I mun sit where Ill not be so
Thinkin thoughts or feel a guest in.
DICKON:
Nowt othe soart.
MARY:
Nowt othe soart.
DICKON:
Shed fair be watchin for the spring.
MARY:
Ill not be climbin up,
Ill only be callin 'Good morning.'
And fair low Ill sing.
DICKON:
Well done, Mary!
MARY:
Ill only walk around, just like to see it for myself.
If tha canst low me visit,
Ill speak low een to thysel.
Thall not be bothered night and day
By wenches racin round,
Ill but seem a silent dream,
Standing on the secret ground.
Id but smell the growing things,
Count the roses gainst the wall,
Hear thy babes when first they peck,
Stretch my hands if they should fall,
Or if tha likes, Ill bring thee seeds
Or worms all in a mound,
For thall have me for a friend,
Thall be the first I found.
Im a lass.
DICKON:
A trusty lass.
MARY:
That took a graidly fancy to thee,
Canna tha show me?
DICKON:
Fair well tha dost know her
MARY: DICKON:
Show me tha key. Show her tha key.
DICKON:
And youll be here to see it.
Stand and breathe it all the day.
Stoop and feel it. Stop and hear it.
Spring, I say.