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? 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.