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. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. Ay, and of those that are scarce able to pay, take the one half, and forgive them the other, rather than sit out at all. CHURMS. Tush! let me alone for that; but, sirrah, I have brought the scholar into a fool's paradise. Why, he has made me his spokesman to Mistress Lelia, and, God's my judge, I never so much as name him to her. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. O, by the mass, well-remembered. I'll tell you what I mean to do: I'll attire myself fit for the same purpose, Like to some hellish hag or damned fiend, And meet with Sophos wandering in the woods. O, I shall fray him terribly. CHURMS. I would thou couldst scare him out of his wits, then should I ha' the wench, cocksure. I doubt nobody but him. ROBIN GOODFELLOW. Well, let's go drink together, And then I'll go put on my devilish robes-- I mean, my Christmas calf-skin suit, And then walk to the woods. O, I'll terrify him, I warrant ye. [_Exeunt_. _A Wood_. _Enter_ SOPHOS _solus_.