WILL CRICKET. 
Well, your good words have something laid my choler.  But, granam, shall
I be so bold to come to your house now and then to keep Peg company?

MOTHER MIDNIGHT.  Ay, and beshrew thy good heart, and thou dost not.  Come, and we’ll have a piece of a barley bag-pudding or something, and thou shalt be very heartily welcome, that thou shalt, and Peg shall bid thee welcome too.  Pray ye, maid, bid him welcome, and make much of him, for, by my vay, he’s a good proper springal.[146]

PEG. 
Granam, if you did but see him dance, ’twould do your heart good.  Lord!
’twould make anybody love him, to see how finely he’ll foot it.

MOTHER MIDNIGHT. 
William, prythee, go home to my house with us, and take a cup of our
beer, and learn to know the way again another time.

WILL CRICKET. 
Come on, granam.  I’ll man you home, i’ faith. 
Come, Peg.
              [Exeunt.

Enter GRIPE, old PLOD-ALL and his son PETER, and
CHURMS the lawyer.

PLOD-ALL. 
Come hither, Peter; hold up your head. 
Where’s your cap and leg, sir boy, ha?

PETER PLOD-ALL. 
By your leave, Master Gripe.

GRIPE. 
Welcome, Peter; give me thy hand:  thou’rt welcome.  By’r Lady, this is a
good, proper, tall fellow, neighbour; call you him a boy?

PLOD-ALL. 
A good, pretty, square springal,[147] sir.

GRIPE. 
Peter, you have seen my daughter, I am sure. 
How do you like her?  What says she to you?

PETER PLOD-ALL.  Faith, I like her well, and I have broken my mind to her, and she would say neither ay nor no.  But, thank God, sir, we parted good friends, for she let me kiss her hand, and bad, Farewell, Peter, and therefore I think I am like enough to speed.  How think you, Master Churms?

CHURMS.
Marry, I think so too, for she did show no token of any dislike of your
motion, did she?

PETER PLOD-ALL. 
No, not a whit, sir.

CHURMS.
Why then, I warrant ye, for we hold in our law that, idem est non
apparere et non esse.

GRIPE.  Master Churms, I pray you, do so much as call my daughter hither.  I will make her sure here to Peter Plod-all, and I’ll desire you to be a witness.

CHURMS.
With all my heart, sir. [Exit CHURMS.

GRIPE.  Before God, neighbour, this same Master Churms is a very good lawyer, for, I warrant, you cannot speak anything, but he has law for it ad unguem.

PLOD-ALL. 
Marry, even the more joy on him, and he’s one that I am very much
beholding to:  but here comes your daughter.

        Enter CHURMS, LELIA, and NURSE.

LELIA. 
Father, did you send for me?

GRIPE. 
Ay, wench, I did.  Come hither, Lelia; give me thy hand.  Master Churms,
I pray you, bear witness, I here give Lelia to Peter Plod-all. [She
plucks away her hand.] How now?