ROB. What, is my brother Grim so good a fellow. [_They fall to the cream_. I love a mess of cream as well as they; I think it were best I stepp'd in and made one. [_Aside_.] Ho, ho, ho,[476] my masters! No good fellowship! Is Robin Goodfellow a bugbear grown, [ROBIN _falleth to eat_. That he is not worthy to be bid sit down? GRIM. O Lord, save us! sure, he is some country-devil; he hath got a russet coat upon his face. [GRIM _and_ SHORTHOSE _retire to the back of the stage_.] SHO. Now, _benedicite_! who is this? I take him for some fiend, i-wis;[477] O, for some holy-water here Of this same place this spirit to clear! ROB. Nay, fear not, Grim, come fall unto your cream: Tut, I am thy friend; why dost not come and eat? GRIM. I, sir? truly, master devil, I am well here, I thank you. ROB. I'll have thee come, I say. Why, tremblest thou? GRIM. No, sir, not I; 'tis a palsy I have still. Truly, sir, I have no great acquaintance with you. ROB. Thou shalt have better, man, ere I depart. GRIM. I will not, and if I can choose. ROB. Nay, come away, and bring your love with you. GRIM. Joan! you were best go to him, Joan. ROB. What, shall I fetch thee, man? The cream is sweet. GRIM. No, sir, I am coming: much good do't you. I had need of a long spoon, now I go to eat with the devil.[478] ROB. The parson's penance shall be thus to fast. Come, tell me, Grim, dost thou not know me, man? GRIM. No, truly, sir; I am a poor man fetcheth my living out of the fire; your worship may be a gentleman devil, for aught I know. ROB. Some men call me Robin Goodfellow. GRIM. O Lord, sir! Master Robert Goodfellow, you are very welcome, sir. ROB. This half year have I liv'd about this town, Helping poor servants to despatch their work, To brew and bake, and other husbandry. Tut, fear not, maid; if Grim be merry, I will make up the match between ye. GRIM. There will be a match in the devil's name! ROB. Well, now the night is almost spent, Since your affections all are bent To marriage and to constant love, Grim, Robin doth thy choice approve; And there's the priest shall marry you: Go to it, and make no more ado: Sirrah, sir priest, go get you gone, And join both her and him anon; But ne'er hereafter let me take you With wanton love-tricks, lest I make you Example to all stone-priests ever, To deal with other men's loves never. SHO. _Valete vos_, and God bless me, And rid me from his company! Come, Grim, I'll join you hand in hand, In sacred wedlock's holy band. I will no more a-nutting go, That journey caused all this woe. GRIM. Come, let's to hand in hand quickly. Master Robert, you were ever one of the honestest merry devils that ever I saw. JOAN. Sweet Grim, and if thou lovest me, let's away.