NURSE. What, young master! God bless mine eyesight. Now, by my maidenhead, y'are welcome home: I am sure my mistress will be glad to see you. But what said you of Master Churms? FORTUNATUS. Marry, I say he's a well-wisher to my sister Lelia, And a secret friend to Sophos. NURSE. Marry, the devil he is! trust him, and hang him. Why, he cannot speak a good word on him to my old master; and he does so ruffle before my mistress with his barbarian eloquence,[153] and strut before her in a pair of Polonian legs, as if he were a gentleman-usher to the great Turk or to the devil of Dowgate. And if my mistress would be ruled by him, Sophos might go snick-up: but he has such a butter-milk face, that she'll never have him. SOPHOS. Can falsehood lurk in those enticing looks! And deep dissemblance lie, where truth appears? FORTUNATUS. Injurious villain, to betray his friend! NURSE. Sir, do you know the gentleman? FORTUNATUS. Faith, not well. NURSE. Why, sir, he looks like a red herring at a nobleman's table on Easter-day, and he speaks nothing but almond-butter and sugarcandy. FORTUNATUS. That's excellent. SOPHOS. This world's the chaos of confusion; No world at all, but mass of open wrongs, Wherein a man, as in a map, may see The highroad way from woe to misery. FORTUNATUS. Content yourself, and leave these passions: Now do I sound the depth of all their drifts, The devil's[154] device and Churms his knavery; On whom this heart hath vow'd to be reveng'd. I'll scatter them: the plot's already in my head. Nurse, hie thee home, commend me to my sister; Bid her this night send for Master Churms: To him she must recount her many griefs, Exclaim against her father's hard constraint, and so Cunningly temporise with this cunning Catso, That he may think she loves him as her life; Bid her tell him that, if by any means He can convey her forth her father's gate Unto a secret friend of hers, The way to whom lies by this forest-side; That none but he shall have her to his bride. For her departure let her 'ppoint the time To-morrow night, when Vesper 'gins to shine; Here will I be when Lelia comes this way, Accompani'd with her gentleman-usher, Whose am'rous thoughts do dream on nought but love: And if this bastinado hold, I'll make Him leave his wench with Sophos for a pawn. Let me alone to use him in his kind; This is the trap which for him I have laid, Thus craft by cunning once shall be betray'd: And, for the devil,[155] I will conjure him. Good nurse, begone; bid her not fail: And for a token bear to her this ring, Which well she knows; for, when I saw her last, It was her favour, and she gave it me. SOPHOS. And bear her this from me, And with this ring bid her receive my heart-- My heart! alas, my heart I cannot give; How should I give her that which is her own? NURSE. And your heart be hers, her heart is yours, and so change is no robbery. Well, I'll give her your tokens, and tell her what ye say.