NURSE. Why, then, you with [the] backsword, let's see your back. PETER PLOD-ALL. Nay, I must speak with Mistress Lelia Before I go. LELIA. What would you with me? PETER PLOD-ALL. Marry, I have heard very well of you, and so has my father too; and he has sent me to you a-wooing; and if you have any mind of marriage, I hope I shall maintain you as well as any husbandman's wife in the country. NURSE. Maintain her? with what? PETER PLOD-ALL. Marry, with my lands and livings my father has promised me. LELIA. I have heard much of your wealth, but I never knew you manners before now. PETER PLOD-ALL. Faith, I have no manors, but a pretty home-stall; and we have great store of oxen and horses, and carts and ploughs and household-stuff 'bomination, and great flocks of sheep, and flocks of geese and capons, and hens and ducks. O, we have a fine yard of pullen! And, thank God, here's a fine weather for my father's lambs. LELIA. I cannot live content in discontent: For as no music can delight the ears, Where all the parts of discords are composed. So wedlock-bands will still consist in jars, Where in condition there's no sympathy; Then rest yourself contented with this answer-- I cannot love. PETER PLOD-ALL. It's no matter what you say: for my father told me thus much before I came, that you would be something nice at first; but he bad me like you ne'er the worse for that, for I were the liker to speed. LELIA. Then you were best leave off your suit till Some other time: and when my leisure serves me To love you, I'll send you word. PETER PLOD-ALL. Will you? well then I'll take my leave of you; and if I may hear from you, I'll pay the messenger well for his pains. But stay--God's death! I had almost forgot myself! pray ye, let me kiss your hand, ere I go. NURSE. Faith, mistress, his mouth runs a-water for a kiss; a little would serve his turn, belike: let him kiss your hand. LELIA. I'll not stick for that. [_He kisseth her hand_. PETER PLOD-ALL. Mistress Lelia, God be with you. LELIA. Farewell, Peter. [_Exit_ PETER. Thus lucre's set in golden chair of state, When learning's bid stand by, and keeps aloof: This greedy humour fits my father's vein, Who gapes for nothing but for golden gain. _Enter_ CHURMS. NURSE. Mistress, take heed you speak nothing that will bear action, for here comes Master Churms the pettifogger. CHURMS. Mistress Lelia, rest you merry: what's the reason you and your nurse walk here alone? LELIA. Because, sir, we desire no other company but our own. CHURMS. Would I were then your own, that I might keep you company. NURSE. O sir, you and he that is her own are far asunder. CHURMS. But if she please, we may be nearer. LELIA. That cannot be; mine own is nearer than myself: And yet myself, alas! am not mine own. Thoughts, fears, despairs, ten thousand dreadful dreams, Those are mine own, and those do keep me company.