WILL CRICKET. 
No, sir; would you speak with him?

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
Ay, marry, would I.

WILL CRICKET. 
If I see him, I’ll tell him you would speak with him.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
Nay, prithee, stay.  Who wilt thou tell him would speak with him?

WILL CRICKET. 
Marry, you, sir.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
I? who am I?

WILL CRICKET. 
Faith, sir, I know not.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
If thou seest him, tell him Robin Goodfellow would speak with him.

WILL CRICKET. 
O, I will sir. [Exit WILL CRICKET.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
Mass, the fellow was afraid.  I play the bugbear wheresoe’er I come, and
make them all afraid.  But here comes Master Churms.

    Enter CHURMS.

CHURMS.
Fellow Robin, God save you:  I have been seeking for you in every
alehouse in the town.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
What, Master Churms?  What’s the best news abroad? ’tis long since I
see you.

CHURMS. Faith, little news:  but yet I am glad I have met with you.  I have a matter to impart to you wherein you may stand me in some stead, and make a good benefit to yourself:  if we can deal cunningly, ’twill be worth a double fee to you, by the Lord.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
A double fee? speak, man; what is’t?  If it be to betray mine own father,
I’ll do it for half a fee; and for cunning let me alone.

CHURMS. Why then, this it is:  here is Master Gripe hard by, a client of mine, a man of mighty wealth, who has but one daughter; her dowry is her weight in gold.  Now, sir, this old pennyfather would marry her to one Peter Plod-all, rich Plod-all’s son and heir; whom though his father means to leave very rich, yet he’s a very idiot and brownbread clown, and one I know the wench does deadly hate:  and though their friends have given their full consent, and both agreed on this unequal match, yet I know that Lelia will never marry him.  But there’s another rival in her love—­one Sophos; and he’s a scholar, one whom I think fair Lelia dearly loves, but her father hates him as he hates a toad; for he’s in want, and Gripe gapes after gold, and still relies upon the old-said saw, Si nihil attuleris, &c.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
And wherein can I do you any good in this?

CHURMS. Marry, thus, sir:  I am of late grown passing familiar with Master Gripe; and for Plod-all, he takes me for his second self.  Now, sir, I’ll fit myself to the old crummy churls’ humours, and make them believe I’ll persuade Lelia to marry Peter Plod-all, and so get free access to the wench at my pleasure.  Now, o’ the other side, I’ll fall in with the scholar, and him I’ll handle cunningly too; I’ll tell him that Lelia has acquainted me with her love to him, and for Because her father much suspects the same, He mews her up as men do mew their hawks; And so restrains her from her Sophos’ sight.  I’ll say, because she doth repose more trust Of secrecy in me than in another man, In courtesy she hath requested me To do her kindest greetings to her love.