NURSE. 
She’ll none, she thanks you, sir.

GRIPE.  Will she none?  Why, how now, I say?  What, you puling, peevish thing, you untoward baggage, will you not be ruled by your father?  Have I taken care to bring you up to this, and will you do as you list?  Away, I say; hang, starve, beg; begone, pack, I say; out of my sight!  Thou never gettest pennyworth of my goods for this.  Think on’t, I do not use to jest.  Begone, I say; I will not hear thee speak.

[Exeunt LELIA and NURSE.

CHURMS.
I pray you, sir, patient yourself; she’s young.

GRIPE.  I hold my life, this beggarly scholar hankers about her still, makes her so untoward.  But I’ll home; I’ll set her a harder task.  I’ll keep her in, and look to her a little better than I ha’ done.  I’ll make her have little mind of gadding, I warrant her.  Come, neighbour, send your son to my house, for he’s welcome thither, and shall be welcome; and I’ll make Lelia bid him welcome too, ere I ha’ done with her.  Come, Peter, follow us.
       [Exeunt all but CHURMS.

CHURNS.  Why, this is excellent:  better and better still.  This is beyond expectation; why, now this gear begins to work.  But, beshrew my heart, I was afraid that Lelia would have yielded.  When I saw her father take her by the hand and call me for a witness, my heart began to quake; but, to say the truth, she had little reason to take a cullian lug-loaf, milksop slave, when she may have a lawyer, a gentleman that stands upon his reputation in the country, one whose diminutive defect of law may compare with his little learning.  Well, I see that Churms must be the man must carry Lelia, when all’s done.

    Enter ROBIN GOODFELLOW.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW.  How now, Master Churms?  What news abroad?  Methinks you look very spruce; y’are very frolic now a-late.

CHURMS. What, fellow Robin?  How goes the squares with you?  Y’are waxen very proud a-late; you will not know your own friends.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
Faith, I even came to seek you, to bestow a quart of wine of you.

CHURMS.
That’s strange; you were never wont to be so liberal.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
Tush, man; one good turn asks another; clear gains, man, clear gains! 
Peter Plod-all shall pay for all.  I have gulled him once, and I’ll come
over him again and again, I warrant ye.

CHURMS.
Faith, Lelia has e’en given him the doff[148] here, and has made her
father almost stark-mad.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
O, all the better; then I shall be sure of more of his custom.  But what
success have you in your suit with her?

CHURMS.
Faith, all hitherto goes well.  I have made the motion to her, but as yet
we are grown to no conclusion.  But I am in very good hope.

ROBIN GOODFELLOW. 
But do you think you shall get her father’s goodwill?

CHURMS. Tut, if I get the wench, I care not for that; that will come afterward; and I’ll be sure of something in the meantime, for I have outlawed a great number of his debtors, and I’ll gather up what money I can amongst them, and Gripe shall never know of it neither.