But stay, here comes one. O, 'tis Master Churms: I hope he brings me some good news. Master Churms, you're well-met; I am e'en almost starved for money: you must take some damnable course with my tenants; they'll not pay. CHURMS. Faith, sir, they are grown to be captious knaves: but I'll move them with a _habeas corpus_. PLOD-ALL. Do, good Master Churms, or use any other villanous course shall please you. But what news abroad? CHURMS. Faith, little news; but here's a letter which Master Gripe desired me to deliver you: and though it stand not with my reputation to be a carrier of letters, yet, not knowing how much it might concern you, I thought it better something to abase myself, than you should be anyways hindered. PLOD-ALL. Thanks, good sir; and I'll in and read it. [_Exeunt_ PLOD-ALL _and his son. Manet_ CHURMS. CHURMS. Thus men of reach must look to live: I cry content, and murder where I kiss. Gripe takes me for his faithful friend, Imparts to me the secrets of his heart; And Plod-all thinks I am as true a friend To every enterprise he takes in hand, As ever breath'd under the cope of heaven: But damn me if they find it so. All this makes for my [own] avail; I'll ha' the wench myself, or else my wits shall fail. _Enter_ LELIA _and_ NURSE, _gathering of flowers_. LELIA. See how the earth this fragrant spring is clad, And mantled round in sweet nymph Flora's robes: Here grows th'alluring rose, sweet marigolds And the lovely hyacinth. Come, nurse, gather: A crown of roses shall adorn my head, I'll prank myself with flowers of the prime; And thus I'll spend away my primrose-time. NURSE. Rufty-tufty, are you so frolic? O, that you knew as much as I do; 'twould cool you. LELIA. Why, what knowest thou, nurse I prythee, tell me. NURSE. Heavy news, i' faith, mistress: you must be matched, and married to a husband. Ha, ha, ha, ha! a husband, i' faith. LELIA. A husband, nurse? why, that's good news, if he be a good one. NURSE. A good one, quotha? ha, ha, ha, ha! why, woman, I heard your father say that he would marry you to Peter Plod-all, that puck-fist, that snudge-snout, that coal-carrierly clown. Lord! 'twould be as good as meat and drink to me to see how the fool would woo you. LELIA. No, no; my father did but jest: think'st thou, That I can stoop so low to take a brown-bread crust, And wed a clown, that's brought up at the cart? NURSE. Cart, quotha? Ay, he'll cart you; for he cannot tell how to court you. LELIA. Ah, nurse! sweet Sophos is the man, Whose love is lock'd in Lelia's tender breast: This heart hath vow'd, if heav'ns do not deny, My love with his entomb'd in earth shall lie. NURSE. Peace, mistress, stand aside; here comes somebody. _Enter_ SOPHOS.